He's gotta come in...
So far he's loving the snow.
Stay warm little Owen, stay warm.
We walked with a purpose through a new park in Portland. This was no ordinary park and this was no ordinary group of people. I was last in line behind a number of homeless people marching through a concrete tunnel. My thoughts were that this park would become a haven for the homeless due to the homeless guys sleeping under the cushions on couches that lined the concrete tunnel. Eventually the tunnel leads outside where we trudged up a small incline to a path along a small field of grass. Along this path there was a sewer grate that was about shoulder height to me and filled with mud and junk. As I passed this grate I heard a voice, it was the voice of a child. The voice said “My daddy hurt me”. There was no mistake, I heard the voice loud and clear. No one else in our troop seemed to have heard the voice. I stopped and looked into the grate and saw nothing but the debris that filled it. I called out to the voice but it did not respond. I picked up a stick and reached through the bars and dug at the gunk inside. A moment later the stick was lifting the arm of a small child, and then a face appeared. It was a mud covered face of a little girl of undetermined age. I dialed 911 on my cell phone. The operator was discussing a recipe with a coworker as she answered my call. I quickly told her that I found the body of a little girl at the park. I had to look up the street to find the crossroads at which the park was located. Burnside and 11-22nd. The group I was with had changed and so had the little girl. As I turned back to her after hanging up with the 911 operator I noticed that the group I was with included my wife, and the little girl was now alive and sitting on the side of the grating. She began to speak with me. I don’t remember what we talked about, I only remember noticing that she had tattoo’s on her left shoulder. When I asked about the tattoos she told me that she was getting more and one of them would say “Daddy loved me”. From there the dream gets a bit sketchy in terms of clarity. At one point the paramedics arrive and examine the girl. They asked me if I touched the body and I said only with the stick and I outlined one of the tattoos on her shoulder with my finger tip. At this point I don’t remember if the girl was still in her alive state, which was clean, or her dead state, which she was covered with the mud. The paramedics were hovered over her and the dream ends.So that's it. A bit of CSI slash X-Files. Somehow my head produced that out of conscience and unconscience memories. I am just curious if it has meaning. I think most dreams do I just can't imagine what the meaning of this one is.
I need to know if she really thinks dinosaurs were here 4000 years ago, that's an important...I want to know that. I really do. Because she's going to have the nuclear codes. I want to know if she thinks dinosaurs were here 4000 years ago. Or if she banned books or tried to ban books. We can't have that.
You do the actuary tables and there's a one out of three chance, if not more, that McCain doesn't survive his first term and it will be President Palin. And it really...we were talking about it earlier...it's like a really bad Disney movie. The hockey mom. "I'm just a hockey mom from Alaska." And she's the president. And it's like she's facing down Vladimir Putin and using the folksy stuff she learned at the hockey rink. It's absurd. It's totally absurd. And I don't understand why more people aren't talking about how absurd it is. It's a really terrifying possibility. The fact that we've gotten this far and we're that close to this being a reality is crazy, crazy...And you don't know anything about her? That's one of your reasons for not liking her? Come on, pay attention Bud. Can't you read. There is a ton of information floating out there on her including her politics, her past, her views, her family, her beliefs, her hieght, etc. You've got over a month to catch up. If you can't read watch YouTube videos.