DreamBank :: 083008 :: Transmission from My Waking Life

it's 4:34 am and I'm dreaming right now. the hurricane is on it's way and so are a houseful of evacuees, a couple of aunts proper, one long distant (with accompanying cousins), ex-stepfather and his current female companion, possibly my canadian friend who now lives in new orleans. I've harnessed enough electricity to weather the storm. all preparations have been made. all expectations have been met. ironically, it's ended up being Woot! that's most responsible. packages that have laid untouched in the hallway or shoved back in the closet prove to be the most useful now, as I discover and am subsequently amazed by their intended function and marvel at my possession of them. it is clear to me that I am in the future. The Doctor is here, finally, and I've been discovered. I eagerly anticipated the coming rain. in my heart, I'm already biking through the rain-soaked streets dodging felled branches as my fierce black hound follows, marking every limb. this is a legitimate vision.