Whispers from the void...

Lost my job at Xcelus... took me two weeks to find work here. Using my online resume, which you can find here. Speaking of dreams last night I dreamt that Taylor and I went with our wives and my mom to a big party/performance in a large versi-esk palace. We sat in the balcony and after the string quartet finished their first piece... a DJ gets up and yells "Okay ladies its time to get your freak aun!" Then the rap music/ techno base stuff starts up and our wives look over at us and tell us we have to look away for the next part cause its a wet t-shirt contest. I couldn't have been more confused... why would our wives take us to this... why would they do this in the middle of a classical concert... etc.  So I spent the next literally 15 minuets looking at the floor while I hear "SPALSH..." and the girlish screams of "Ahhhh... thats cold". The floor tiles were dark wood with intricate lattice work. I looked over at Taylor who now has turned into Tyler... (no idea why) Tyler is looking out the window... apparently just as confused as I am... he gives me a look like... what is going on... I shrug and the music ends... when I finally brave a look up I see that we have been staring at the floor so long that everyone has left the building and the event is over. I then awoke- marveling at the fact that I just had a dream which consisted of me literally staring at the floor for a quarter of an hour.

Dream Interpretations:

It has been a while since I have shared my wonderful nightly excursions with you, so here is the latest:
My parents built a big place on a giant floating apartment block. Half of it was inside, and half was sitting out on a huge deck. (the tv and stuff was all outside.) It started to rain so my mom offered to take us to "the races." These turned out to be modified riding lawnmowers on an old roller coaster track. The leader of the race suddenly turned around and started to race back up the hill against the other racers. This was because he saw that the floating apartment thing was sinking into the ocean. We ran inside just as it flipped completely upside down, trapping us about 40 feet underwater. We hustled back up above the water level to look for food, where a guy with two long sticks came at us saying he was going to chop off our hands with them so he could "be a Congo giant." Shaha (who is in Iraq) looked at me knowingly and pulled out a Desert Eagle and handed it to me. It clicked 3 times as I held it all akward, and Shaha snatched it back and pointed it toward his face (not at it, but close). He fired off a round and looked at me kinda stunned then nodded like "oh yeah" the shot the guy.

Any takers?

I am just gonna send a few of these songs via email. my computer crashes on box.net.