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dream.20060315: three images

by Rob Friesel

Running home in a kilt.  Maybe the kilt is a little too long?  The kids across the street are making fun of me.  “It’s a kilt!”  Ignorant bastards.  They’re right about the top though.  It’s hideously 80s femme. Halloween comes to life.  With zombies.  The kid needs to go to a school Halloween function at […]

dream.20060312: race for the theme

by Rob Friesel

The pinball theme song is up for grabs! The original composers of the pinball theme song have deleted it from existence. Not just burned the original composition. Not just shattered the original record. They have purged its existence from space-time. But since memory is disjointed out of space-time, folks know that there’s something wrong. Folks […]

dream.20060301: unlikely friends?

by Rob Friesel

I’m a little bit panicked because I have this overdue assignment.  I’m supposed to write up this long and detailed discussion of cytoarchitecture for my German class in Russian.  Unfortunately, there’s isn’t much concentration that’s going to happen in this house, as CM’s parents have come over to hang out with my mom.  This was […]

dream.20060219: Afghani hash

by Rob Friesel

I’m a covert intelligence operative working on a mission in the Afghanistan theater.  I’ve been sent to collect some information from a contact of ours that lives and operates out of this particular neighborhood outside of one of the major cities.  The neighborhood resembles the one that I grew up in – – except that […]

dream.20060215: smuggling

by Rob Friesel

We’re a crew of bomber pilots-cum-smugglers. It’s a World War II backdrop. But a little more steampunk. And a little more pirate. Think Memphis Belle meets League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (minus the invisible man and super-powers garbage). We’ve flown behind enemy lines in our converted and camouflaged B-17. Our mission is to smuggle a load […]

dream.20060207: hide, run

by Rob Friesel

I’m seeing through the eyes of Six Feet Under‘s Brenda. Hiding. We have (she has?) run through a series of rooms. Each room is deeper underground than the last. Sub-basements. Dim lights. The sounds in our wake are doomed and dismal. Shrieks of horror. Choked grunts and gun shots and other clamor. We find a […]

3 old dreams

by Rob Friesel

1. A flooded world? All the rooms seem to be filled with water. Are they all swimming pools? I’ve fallen in love. She’s blonde and quiet and avoidant. She’s part of the resistance. The police enforce their law with flying potatoes, fifty times their normal size, bristling with antenna. Fall 1990? 2. I’m driving a […]