2 1/2 men or 3 dreams...

first.

Murat Nemet-Nejat, me and Charlie Sheen are in Greece at the Paros translation Symposium...Murat and i are traveling to Istambul later that afternoon...we're all eating lunch (tabouli?) at three different round tables that are triangulated and over looking dramatic sea-cliffs (more Santorini than Paros in that respect)...i get up and pat Sheen on the back and say "hey Charlie" to which he replies "hey John, how you doin'?" to which i reply "i'm good Charlie, i'm real good..."

next.

Brandon Brown and i are wading through a submerged parking lot at SF State looking for my car (it is understood that i had left it there back in 2004 after i graduated)...we can't find it and decide it must have been either towed or stolen, we both agree that wading through the parking lot is not fun and decide never to do it again...

last.

this one was REALLY strange...something about Jesus Christ's crucifiction being a fiction proved by Jeremiah Bowen by using forensic evidence provided by the cross used for execution that was to the right of Jesus' own...i think Jesus (spirit/ ghost?) was in the dream, we were in a church, the crosses were small (about 3 feet tall), something about the Roman papacy trying to stop us from leaving the church (real Da Vinci Code)...and then, same dream i swear, something about Jeremiah and i argueing about what he thought he could and couldn't afford from Kentucky Fried Chicken for Super Bowl Sunday (this was all happening in the church in front of the Holy Ghost/ papacy)...

okay, refill coffee (first coffee in a week, tastes REALLY good, in lieu of coffee have been drinking hot water and lemon juice to soothe the throat, haven't had a smoke or whiskey since last Thursday, not really craving them either...but, i'm officially well as of this morning so abstinance is going to break...doncha just love these long parenthetical digressions?) then THESIS, THESIS, THESIS time...i'm going at it 5 pages a week this month...


...currently listening to Neu! Neu...