Twofer

First off, huge thanks to Rowan for the latest (err only) excuse for my excuse file even if I totally blew it off in the last post. I’m good like that. Now I just gotta find me a ferret so I can pull it off. I mean I could just lie, I’m not really above that when it comes to making up excuses, but if people think I’m nuts for believing that I’m dreaming dreams with other people, they’re going to think I’m absolutely insane if I have invisible ferrets. Though, if you’re gonna have an invisible pet, I think a ferret is probably the way to go.

Second off, BA Saint Feline, aka psychic aka my badass dream chick aka the girl that saved my sanity, posted to craigslist! It’s been over a month since I’ve seen anything from her on there.

Feast or famine

So, yeah, I’m a tease. I post about some big party and then don’t give the scoop on what went down. No real excuse. No fake one either since nobody helped me come up with one. Whatever. I’m not mad. It’s just an excuse would be kinda nice to have so I didn’t feel like such a jerk.

So, there was this “Feast.” I’ve gotta put that bit in quotes cause the whole food thing was a bust which sucked. I totally went to bed without dinner  so I wouldn’t ruin my, um, feast. Which, yeah, makes no sense but did at the time. I don’t get why they call it the feast when there was not a tasty treat in sight. Something about the cats on the mountain all getting together before the scream and I guess they all feast there. Which I know I knew but I guess I thought we got food, too.

The big thing with the Feast is that loads of dreamers get together on the other side at the same time. I mean we do that more and more now but I get the impression that they didn’t do this so much back in the day. Since we don’t usually all crash at the same time this brings together a load of dreamers that don’t normally see each other. With so many dreamers together, Emmet would come and give some big toast. Though I’m a bit confused on this part because without the drink stuffs how does he give a toast?

I might have had an answer to that question if the dude had actually shown up. That’s right. There was no food, no drink, and no Emmet. So, yeah, I was pretty annoyed by this point and was ready to ditch the party and head down to that crazy ass warehouse to see if it was still there and what was going on. I was saying my goodbyes and looking for Max to see if he wanted to come down with me when I noticed a couple cats looking to the sky.

Now, I’ll admit that the sky on the other side is pretty damn trippy with the way the smoke will swirl against the moonlight, but it’s not something that we usually stand around looking at. So, of course, I had to look up to see what was going on and just as I did I saw a huge bird flying incredibly high in the sky but casting a shadow over all of us. Everyone got quiet and for just a second or two everything felt completely pointless. I mean I’ve never really been the slash my wrists and pop some pills kind of guy, but had I had the chance right then I can’t say that I wouldn’t have. Then that buzz (purr?) that we all feel got really pretty intense. Not huge or anything, but it was distinctly different. Different enough that everyone started talking about it immediately. By then the bird had disappeared behind the smoke, everything went back to normal, and I woke up.

So, it wasn’t a very exciting first Feast. A bit of a let down really. No food. No drink. No Emmet. No badass dream girl. The one good thing, I guess, is that my fridge had a load of leftover chinese. Not the best of midnight snacks but far from the worst.

Bring it on baby

Whoa sorry new reader people for not keeping this thing updated but I spent way too much time on the computer last week and just had to take a break. Used up the last of my PTO so the rest of the year’s gonna be hell. Wheee.

The wall’s been grand fucking central lately. A bunch of crazy dudes have been coming by. New folks is always a good time, but these dudes rock. They’re old friends of Emmet’s with loads of stories of the way things were. You know uphill to school both ways kinda crap but without the screams to stay off the fucking lawn, so’s all good. Plus they seem about as annoyed with Mountain Boy’s attitude as me. Blahblahblah checking up on Providence. As if we care he’s been following him around and going to his place or how much he hates that damn dog but is doing as she saw. Seems pissed at her for this one. Whatever dude, you made your bed, now lie in it.

Spent last night trying to check out this warehouse down by the water that I’ve been hearing about. Didn’t dare get close enough to get a good read on what was going on. The guys standing around outside the place were just way too intense and talking of some dudes on a hunting trip. I was never much opposed to the idea of killing little beasts before I found myself in this fur covered avatar.

Everyone’s prepping for the feast. Totally psyched that I’ll finally get to hear one of Emmet’s toasts. Folks seem to be expecting a big turnout this year what with so many of us new dudes and all the excitement of Saint Feline. Even some of the experienced seem to be a bit more into her lately. Don’t know what took em so long… lusers.

Gotsta run. Gotsta get myself asleep in time for the party. I’m kinda scared I’m gonna dream about eating a 10 pound marshmallow and my fucking pillow’s gonna be gone.

gah

Things are fucking crazy. That is all.

People need to relax

Some people take this dream stuff way too seriously. More seriously than me, even. I know, hard to believe, right?

You know how much I dig badass dreamgirl. There’s seriously something about her that is just way too hard to explain, but I’ve never felt so ok about things as I do when I’m near her. Now, I don’t see her near as much as some. Like this dude we’ll call Mountain Boy. Mountain Boy is a fucking nutcase. He looks down on all of us like we’re not worthy of dreamgirl’s attention. We’re not as loyal or as faithful as he is. He seems to think that he’s the only one that’s good enough for her because he’s willing to sacrifice himself for her. Now, I’m sorry, but I think I’d take a bullet for any of my friends but I know I’d take one for her. That might make me crazy, but seriously, this chick is marked for greatness and I don’t mind being a pawn every now and then. But nobody likes a fucking pawn that walks around talking about how great they are because they’re just a fucking pawn.

Plus, I just don’t trust this guy. There’s stories going around and he knows shit, hell, he’ll be the first to tell you he knows shit. So he probably knows squat. Which makes him dangerous, if you ask me. And he struts around like he’s some hot shit because he’s a fucking pawn and talks about how he must save his queen from all the terrible things he knows. It’s almost as if he wants us to bow down before his greatness because he suffers so much more than all the other pawns.

Fuck that shit. I just wanna do what I have to do and have some fun doing it. You know.