there was a spider lurking in the toilet bowl when i went to urinate, i tried to guide the spider out but scared it went under the rim, i pissed into the bowl as shock tactic and discovered the spider had desire to get out but difficulty in doing so, so i tore off two sheets of toilet roll and gently lowered them toward the spider who scarpered up the toilet roll with such haste it was half way up my arm before i knew it. i reacted by flailing my arm around flinging the spider to the floor.
last night i dreamt i was in a hospital visiting, but it turned out to be a supermarket where i was buying take-away and watching two oriental men cook it before me at the counter. there's a man from work next to me and i think that it would be a good idea to come here on my break at work from time to time. when the food is ready i pay. there's some confusion caused by a man on a mobile phone, but i leave with dinner in arm. as i exit i hold the door for an old lady with white hair and an old long coat, she thanks me. outside the street lights in the car park are dim, grey, barely showing any light and to make matters worse the wind is hard and blowing my long hair in my face right over my eyes so i can't see. i look for the car, not my own car, but can't see it. i keep trying to move my hair out of my eyes and face so i can see, but no matter what i do the wind instantly blows it back over my eyes so that i'm wandering around the car park almost blind with a poor grasp on the food i'm carrying which the wind is blowing the heat away from. round the car park in the dreary light with the wind howling and not even knowing anymore if i've dropped the food or not, my hair wiry covering my eyes still, grainy grey beige, the car is nowhere to be seen. i vaguely make out some areas of the car park i'd not noticed and recall a vague recollection that perhaps i parked there. with uncertainty i head up round there, past the parking attendant's hut but can't see the car there, but never mind it's right here before me but by now i've dropped all the food in the sightless confusion. the sky has brightened up showing a blue patch. i head home without food deciding that i'll treat us to eating out tonight. i dropped chunky take-away chips all around the car park. heaven knows where the noodles went. -- http://jwm-art.net/ image/audio/text/code/ _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
