V.19 No.18 | 5/6/2010
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #149: Traveling on Business.
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat May 22 2010 6:04 AM ]
I am traveling on business. I carry with me a die-cast metal device with retracting, transformer-like shoes and shoulders for the purpose of hanging a deceased person's coat before burial.
V.19 No.16 | 4/22/2010
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #146: The Guidance Counselor
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat May 1 2010 6:02 AM ]
Two professors team lecture our class. The main guy looks odd: he hangs upside down in his chair, has enormous bug eyes and a tremendous under bite. When he is standing he must hold his large, barely-attached lower jaw with one hand. He claims to be a guidance counselor.
V.19 No.7 | 2/18/2010
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #139: I am riding in the bow of a large canoe.
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat Feb 27 2010 6:05 AM ]
I am riding in the bow of a large canoe with some friends. We are rushing down a river that flows down the street of my childhood home. I explain to them that my canoe is just like this one, but not as flexible. Somehow I get ahead of the crew and am alone in the boat. A rich lady from the neighborhood is chasing after me and fuming about our trespassing or something. This turns me belligerent. I whirl the canoe around and start paddling back up the hill to rejoin my friends, the lady still fussing and fuming behind me. I find a large jar of ice tea on the deck and take a big drink. It's pretty good but the rim of the jar stinks.
V.19 No.3 | 1/21/2010
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #134: I Select a Dart Pistol
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat Jan 23 2010 6:03 AM ]
I am watching TV at night with G. We notice two men with rifles pass by our window. I go quickly to our alarm-equipped, walk-in gun case and pull the light string. I select a dart pistol. It is heavy black and brass and sports a stabilizer that extends back over my wrist. The weapon also has some blinking red LED's. I load it with brass martini swords with attached retrieval chains and squeeze off a couple rounds into the floor. Back at the window we see the two armed men chasing a puppy across the snow covered roof of a barn. The puppy jumps. I slowly enumerate the lethal target areas, front and back, to G who grows increasingly exasperated with my hesitation.
V.19 No.2 | 1/14/2010
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #132: They Burn a Piece of Paper
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat Jan 9 2010 6:10 AM ]
I mourn in my truck with some kids from across the street who have lost a friend of theirs I did not know. They burn a piece of paper to make some representative ashes...
V.18 No.50 | 12/10/2009
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #131: I possess some super powers.
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat Jan 2 2010 6:06 AM ]
I possess some super powers. I can fly, I'm very strong, etc. I am battling an evil nemesis in the auditorium of a large log-cabin meeting lodge. An interested audience of mortals stand against the walls and watch silently. My opponent attacks me by producing flying, glowing energy balls that would easily kill an ordinary man. I am able to deflect these back toward him or out through the walls by concentrating my own energy field. He finally relents but demands a rematch. The time is set for the next day. I am now totally exhausted. I go out to get some food from an unshaded outdoor vendor with a wooden-wheeled cart. It is my friend's favorite place to eat and is run by an old oriental woman. He leans close to sniff and rubs his hands together in anticipation. The woman seems only to have an assortment of rather unappetizing creamed vegetables. I decide on a creamed spinach dish which looks more like overcooked broccoli in grey aspic. Somehow it is already time for my rematch. I have not slept. My wife runs up to tell me that I'm late and that I've already been announced. I say a quick prayer as I follow her in, gulping from my Styrofoam plate. I know that my opponent has had time to analyze our first fight an will be ready with something new this time.
V.18 No.39 | 9/24/2009
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #117: An Acrobatic Man Flying With Bat Wings
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Sat Sep 26 2009 6:07 AM ]
G and I are vacationing in a large city. From our hotel balcony we observe an acrobatic man flying with bat wings and trailing smoke. A violent electrical storm ensues and the rain comes down in sheets. The man continues to fly. I think he's a goner, but he dives sharply and lands at the wheel of his convertible sports car. He smiles, gives us a wink, and speeds away.
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