V.25 No.19 | 05/12/2016
Dream Blog #361
By Megan Reneau [ Mon May 16 2016 1:49 PM ]
I walked down a long, white, carpeted hallway away from the olympic-sized swimming pool. As I passed the last window with a view of the pool room, I thought back to a few minutes earlier. I had just seen my friend Dylan, he told me he was living in the pool. I wasn't surprised, he basically lived in the pool in high school (he was on the swim team). Before you know it, I thought, he'll be growing fins.
Now I was on my way to visit my new neighbors. I had just moved to this rec-
Their apartment walls were white like the hallways. Though it was windowless, the room was bright because of their supplied décor. The interior was vibrant and bright. Upon entering, their very large and eager dog bounded over and inspected me to check if I was the type of person who pets dogs. I looked down and pet its smooth head.
Its body was made of black, overstuffed pillows with string tassels stacked one on top of the other. The head was one square, medium sized pillow, the body three large, rounded pillows, and each leg a dozen tiny, rounded pillows and so on. Its beady eyes looked me over and its pink tongue slipped out as it began to pant.
I followed my neighbor as he slowly brought me to the living room. I sat down on some bright, comfortable cushions and the dog laid down next to me, resting its head on my lap. The female counterpart brought me tea and asked if I thought I would be able to care for the dog while they go away on vacation soon.
I said yes and continued to chat with them. Eventually they left for their vacation and I remained, happily petting the pillow pup.
I wake up.
V.25 No.15 | 04/14/2016
Dream Blog #359
By Megan Reneau [ Wed Apr 20 2016 11:30 AM ]
The only thing I hear is my spurs jingling with each slow step down a wide, dirt street and the surrounding buildings moaning in the gentle, desert, spring wind. Everything is bright and pale but I can only focus on one thing: my foe. Their hand lays resting on their weapon holster as they look at me between the small gap between their bandana and their large hat.
I talk with an edge in my voice, “You don't wanna do that, son. Not here. Not in my town.” I spit to the side so they know what I really think of them.
Their eyes narrow and the top of the bandana raised as if they are smiling.
I lay my hand on my holster and narrow my eyes in response.
To the untrained eye, we pull our weapons and throw them at the same time, but I am skilled. There's no being as good as me in the entire region. I dodge their banana by jumping far to my right but I hit them so square and hard in the face they fall down. More fruit starts flying out of the buildings on either side of us.
I jump into a horse water trough to get out of the line of fire. I hold my breath for as long as I can. When I come up and shake the water off of my head I see the rapscallion just escaping the pile of fruit they were under and running out of town.
“It won't be the last we see of this fool,” I say to myself as I wake up.
V.25 No.9 | 03/03/2016
Dream Blog #353
A Visit to France
By Renee Chavez [ Sat Mar 12 2016 11:00 AM ]
A dream of France, sunshine, Willem Dafoe and opera.
V.22 No.3 |
The Daily Word in legislators, chemists, engineers, men of God and The Hulk
By Geoffrey Plant [ Tue Jan 22 2013 8:00 AM ]
Another detail about one of the victims in the South Valley Griego shooting.
Here's a great photo taken at yesterday's Martin Luther King Jr. Day parade in Alamogordo.
A chemist at a Massachusetts state lab was caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
New film about the Hemingway clan.
ALL 131 reasons David Banner got mad on T.V.'s The Hulk.
Obama referred to Stonewall in his inauguration speech.
Life on Mars, now more than ever.
V.20 No.22 | 6/2/2011
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #202: I observe a hunting accident.
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat May 28 2011 6:10 AM ]
I observe a hunting accident in which a canoe, floating sideways down rough, cold rapids becomes entangled in the antlers of a swimming caribou. Canoe and caribou float attached for a distance. The caribou is finally able to escape when it becomes a snow-white juvenile. He swims to shore and gallops away down the hill.
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