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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Rowdy’s Dream Blog #284: My young fiancee.

I learn that my fiancee is only 17. She was able to finish college, where I met her, at such a young age because she "worked all the examples."

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Rowdy’s Dream Blog #283: My Disneyland Experience.

Our yard is now connected with my brother-in-law, J's, yard. His black dog runs into our yard. J looks out the window as he plays boogie woogie piano. He now has a trimmed gray beard. I motion to him that I would like to jam. He motions back by wiggling his hand —maybe later. Later we see his new fireplace. It consumes an entire wall and the smoldering logs are stacked to the ceiling. I describe my Disneyland experience to a short Asian woman. I tell her that I did try the weightlessness ride and that I got to fly. I tell her that it felt like I expected it would.

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Rowdy’s Dream Blog #282: The church needs to fix the sidewalks.

G and I walk home from church. Frequently, there are pools in the sidewalk that we must swim through, underwater. The water is cold and we can see trout swimming. I offer to pass along her road improvement suggestions to the church.

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Rowdy’s Dream Blog #281: Bananas!

If I purchase a bunch of bananas with ginger-root-like extensions, my fiancée’s father will have the $98 needed to come visit us.

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Rowdy’s Dream Blog #280: She gives me a white, gaudy leather jacket.

I am back in college, visiting two girls (Reese Witherspoon and Lara Flynn Boyle.) L is very tall and smells good. A guy named Kenny sits on the floor fixing a fish tank for them. We shake hands awkwardly. We all take a walk down the street, two by two, me with L. We are in downtown Denver. We cross the street. L suddenly has an idea and we return home. I give R a "chicken" crochet sweater. She seems to love it and puts it on over the sweater she's wearing. We discuss her "color." She lets on that she knows about my painting method. She gives me a white, gaudy leather jacket with appliqued colored trinkets. I try it on. It is very stiff and my hands don't seem to fit through the sleeve holes. I do some Russian accent shtick, rather unfunny, with my brother. He pulls on my hand, but pulls me forward and I fall over the couch.

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