4-8-13

Never trust anyone who calls themselves Jazz, because they will certainly try to kill you at one point or another. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, just remember that in my last post I said that my cousin gave me some ice to chew on. And remember how I told you the ice tasted a bit funny? Well it turns out that he may have put in some Nyquil (or was it Dayquil?) in it. Because, I don’t take those types of medicine (it simply tastes too weird for my taste).

But how it made it past me is still something that I don’t understand at all. At least, I’m starting to become a bit better. I don’t feel quite sick as I did before. But, that came at a cost…

You know how there are really vivid dreams that you can’t help but remember even if it has been years since you had it? Well, this seems like the type of dream that’s still going to stick into my memory, even if I’m old, married, and have a million grandbabies (god, I hope that I don’t have that many).

And, well, it starts in a place that isn’t really on Earth. The time setting is now, at least I think it’s now. And everything was white, the floors (which looked like a bunch of pillows sitting next to each other in imperfect rows), and the clothes that the people wear (which reminded me of the Roman togas, for some odd reason). But there weren’t any walls, just tall, giant pillars like the ones that you can see in D.C. I guess, you can say that it’s Mount Olympus. But it wasn’t that exactly…

I don’t know how to really explain the rest, but I can always try another time.

I hope you have a good day.

And the song of the day: Carry On by Fun.