Ok,

I'll let whoever is reading this in on a little secret, I have odd dreams. Not just odd, but like bad acid trip dreams. Which kind of sucks cause I never did acid. They usualy involve Polar bears, eskimos , and flying Orca's. No I am not a fan of shamoo, but that overgrown tuna still creeps into my head at night.

Anyhow, I just bring this up because I had a very wierd dream last night, wierder then the norm.

It started with me argueing with the Milk vendor to pick up out of codes... Ok so a dream about work, while frustrating cause the Milk vendor isn't even close to being hot, not so bad. Its alot of back and forth me telling him to pick his crap up, him saying that there was too much. Finally I just told him he needed to get his supervisor there cause I wasn't going to argue with him anymore. So the supervisor shows up, and agrees to take back the few cases of milk that have gone out of code...

So Far pretty unasumming for one of my dreams.

Oddly enough, my walk-in cooler at work turned into the kitchen at my aunts house, where I used to live. Not only is the Milk superviosr there, But so is my Aunt, Uncle, Mom, my two sisters, and my cousin and her girlfriend...

Ok so that was was wierd mind flip... but I go with it.

I forget exactly what form of small talk was going on. But, My cousin points out a meteor (shooting star?) that flies across the sky, followed by another. The only difference is you can here these things as they whoosh overhead and they seem rather low. So low we had to crawl along the ground to get back indside my aunts house.

This is where the dream takes a definate turn towards the twilight zone.

Once inside I hear My mom calling for me, Shouting to look at the shooting star outside now. So I look out a window on the second floor of my Aunt's house. Its kinda hard to miss the 'shooting star' my mother is refering to. Its right there it front of the house, revolving slowly in the air.

The only big problem I could see was that the other side of the street simply wasn't there anymore. It was gone. The world had broken up and we we're floating along through space on our own little Island. WOrse I remember rationalizing that we were going to run out of food. Or even worse air! Which I was surprised to find we still had honestly.

Told you weird dreams... Like I was channeling Chris Van Allsburg or something.

Well I hope you enjoyed the peek inside my head!

Oh BTW! posted chapter 2 of Living in Surreality ENJOY!!!!

Steve