tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260637242091416772.post4282979190453428614..comments2023-10-26T08:39:04.536-04:00Comments on Land of Yajeev: I had a dreamyajeevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723977659004457064noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260637242091416772.post-30993799449411510462007-07-14T20:25:00.004-04:002007-07-14T20:25:00.004-04:00You shoulda taken the Business Jerrod with you. H...You shoulda taken the Business Jerrod with you. He woulda gotten the job done.<BR/><BR/>Posted by Russ on Saturday, November 11, 2006 at 9:00 PMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260637242091416772.post-6527207411628606882007-07-14T20:25:00.003-04:002007-07-14T20:25:00.003-04:00I'm having a stretch of really intense dreams.Just...I'm having a stretch of really intense dreams.<BR/><BR/>Just the other night I dreamt that I was on a cruise ship with my wife and her family.<BR/><BR/>While they were all sleeping, I wandered the boat until I happened to run into Jerrod, a grad school classmate of mine. Hungry, we made our way to the ship restaurant where we found a table with a total stranger. One thing led to another, and Jerrod and I learned that the gentleman at our table had never used or even heard of the revolutionary new way to package food--Press n' Seal.<BR/><BR/>For the remaining minutes of my dream, Jerrod and I found ourselves explaining the merits of Press n' Seal to our new acquaintance... and how much better than Saran wrap and Ziploc bags it clearly is.<BR/><BR/>But, it was to no avail... the guy just didn't get it.<BR/><BR/>Posted by VJ on Friday, November 10, 2006 at 3:32 PMyajeevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723977659004457064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260637242091416772.post-17494691397660986482007-07-14T20:25:00.002-04:002007-07-14T20:25:00.002-04:00I'm glad it was you and not Watson dreaming this. ...I'm glad it was you and not Watson dreaming this. He's terrified of cats. He would have probably woken up in a cold sweat, barking bloody murder.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing.<BR/><BR/>Posted by VJ on Monday, November 06, 2006 at 5:10 PMyajeevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723977659004457064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260637242091416772.post-6059213395785627332007-07-14T20:25:00.001-04:002007-07-14T20:25:00.001-04:00How's this for weird: I had a dream last night tha...How's this for weird: I had a dream last night that I was in a very tall building with a magnficient spiral staircase. Well, one thing led to another, and before you know it, I was being chased by some men who apparently wanted to do me in. (I think it had something to do with them being parking lot attendants and me not paying to park.) I avoided them, but their evil felines (American housecats) spotted me. Now, the cats were no match for me, though they were drawing blood with their claws. Annoyed more than anything, it appeared clear to me what I must do. By this time, the attacking cats had morphed into one adorable kitten-like cat--a spitten image of my sister's own real-life 8-month-old black cat, who is the essence of adorable diabolicalness. In the dream, I had seen the real kitten/cat somewhere in the building, so I couldn't be positive if the tiny feline I was about to toss down the stairwell to its death was the menace my accusers had sent to annoy me, or the real thing. Anyhow, I decided to take a leap of faith and throw the cat down the stairs. As the feline fell, it attempted to pull another one of our cats to its death, but fortunately Furball hung on long enough for me to race down to the stairs to pull her back to safety. The dream ended happily: I had vanquished the torturing look-alike and my sister's cat lived to see the survival of Furball, and my escape from my pursuers. Don't ever let them tell you there is such a thing as Free Parking: you might just have to pay with your favorite kitty's life. Don't expect to be as lucky as I was.<BR/><BR/>Posted by Russ on Monday, November 06, 2006 at 10:04 AMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260637242091416772.post-64016819168853454342007-07-14T20:25:00.000-04:002007-07-14T20:25:00.000-04:00I think we may have a Never-Nude on our hands. A ...I think we may have a Never-Nude on our hands. A dog of four-eyed, colorless vision invades your room to behold you in all your glory, while seemingly ravishing you on your childhood bedroom floor. To deny Freud this dream would be to deny Darwin his turtles; Joseph his parti-colored coat. Strange release for you that the canine lost his head. You've really got to learn to share that privacy, bud. After all, the Black Dog can only behold your body--he can't gaze into your soul. Can he?<BR/><BR/>Posted by Russ on Saturday, November 04, 2006 at 7:28 AMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com