Rowdy’s Dream Blog #299: How to conjure spirits with a hammer.
I continuously smash flat rocks with my rubbery sledge hammer, forcing an old sailor to tell me about the spirits I am conjuring by doing so.
![]() | dreamsRowdy’s Dream Blog #299: How to conjure spirits with a hammer.I continuously smash flat rocks with my rubbery sledge hammer, forcing an old sailor to tell me about the spirits I am conjuring by doing so. Add a Comment Rowdy’s Dream Blog #298: I hope there aren’t a bunch of girl hogs at the party.I am at Conan's house. A party is about to start. I have a difficult task dictated by instructions printed on folded cardboard cards. Each successive clue, however, makes my job somewhat easier, culminating simply in "play Foreigner real loud.” People start to arrive in rusty jeeps. I check my guitar in its black case. My pal J complains that some of the guests will be “girl hogs.” Rowdy’s Dream Blog #297: Don’t bring a carrot to a knife fight.I am about to do a knife fight scene in a movie. The two bad guys, one large, walk off. I ask my pal for some quick knife lessons and hand him a stick. His is longer than mine. Finally, I find a carrot of equal length. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #296: I encounter a woman in a blue kimono with otherworldly powers.I am sitting in an English pub, having beers with twins. As we drink, our minds are altered by a woman in a blue kimono. We bridge into another dimension and move forward (or backward) in time. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #294: I’m waiting for a bullet in the back of my head.I sit in a plush chair. I am wearing a black neoprene glove. I retract the blade from a pistol-shaped utility knife. I hear the boss' son approaching me from behind. I hear the boss' order and wait for a bullet in the back of my head. I slump down in the chair and scream, twice, still waiting. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #293: There were horse-dragons with stiff black tendrils.R and I stop our car in a snowy ravine. I get out and skate around on the ice. We drive around a large frozen lake. It gets dark. We pass some horse-dragons with long, stiff, black spike-tendrils poking out of the backs of their long necks. Later, we drop F off at his tiny house. It has central heating that is performed by a dog statue. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #292: There are underwater lights.I am on a guided nature hike with a small group. Nature has been enhanced with some colored lights under the stream. In flying mode, I hover above the stream and spiral up and down the banks, all the while watching as the lights swirl. Finally, tiny lights like fireflies flutter down creating a fake gentle rain. View/Add Comments [ 2 ] Rowdy’s Dream Blog #291: The Haunted Apartment.I live in a haunted apartment: furniture and propane tanks move toward me, menacingly. I pray fervently. I know am protected now and my fear is stilled. Later, I tell a black kid about the incident. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #290: I’m playing guitar with an Elvis impersonator.I'm in a band, playing on stage with B, an Elvis impersonator. My guitar strap is loose. I take off my white Strat and put it on B as I continue to play the song, a rocker, while he stands there wearing it. As the audience cheers and applauds, I grab B's hair and make him take some bows. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #289: I seem to be holding a pistol while we work.The space heater on my desk has caused a power cord to become brittle and crumbly. IS arrives to install new cables. My desk must be pushed out into the middle of a large warehouse room. I get a woman to help me wrap it up in electrical tape. My "Hold my calls" joke falls flat. The tape is old and comes off immediately in small sticky strips. I seem to be holding a pistol while we work. I tell her I think it's unloaded, but we both can see it has at least four bullets.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #288: A woman takes my tacos away.G and I are in Taos at dusk. We watch a jeep Wagoneer perform a jump from a dirt road off a hill and over some water. We then go to a fancy Mexican buffet. There are circular bas-relief carvings in the patio floor and walls. I get a plate of tacos. G gets green chili enchiladas that I had not noticed. Our waitress, a gray-haired woman, takes my full plate from me, ostensibly to bring me some enchiladas instead. She does not return. I try to hunt her down. I find some of the other wait staff and describe her to them. They point and I find her hiding behind a door. She gives an unintelligible excuse. I go up to the pretty cashier, who informs me that they are now closed. I go upstairs onto the roof. The food is now gone - only empty tables and steam trays remain. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #287: At the Horse Races.I am riding in the back of a pickup. I slide around with every turn. We arrive at the downs. My dad reads the racing-form rock. He is certain that our four horses will win. I sit in the bleachers with a tall, young couple wearing red Vicars shirts. They project symbols on the scoreboard. The girl playfully draws stitches on my neck with a sharpie. I feel it squeaking on my skin. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #286: Landing a Jumbo Jet.I explain to my pal how easy it was for me to land a jumbo jet in his back yard. I made several passes until I was going slow enough, and then just set it down, with the rear wheels only slightly off-center in the rebar cradles. Rowdy’s Dream Blog #285: A headless sentry guards a cave.A headless sentry guards a cave with a sign around his neck: "Danger, do not enter." The other side says: "Too Boring." I push him over. Inside, there are plants and Fiestaware “Simpsons” vases, each with a surprised look. They begin to snigger. |
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