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| This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.
He sitteth alone and keepeth silence, because he hath borne it upon him. He putteth his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope. He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with reproach. For the LORD will not cast off for ever: But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies. For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men. To crush under his feet all the prisoners of the earth. To turn aside the right of a man before the face of the most High, to subvert a man in his cause, the LORD approveth not. Who is he that saith, and it cometh to pass, when the Lord commandeth it not? Out of the mouth of the most High proceedeth not evil and good? Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins? Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the LORD. Let us lift up our heart with our hands unto God in the heavens. Lamentations 3: 21-41 (KJV) **** The End.
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| | Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading |  You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.
You understand people better than they would like to be understood.
Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.
You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!
Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done
Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now |
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| Setting: Surburban neighborhood. Going with the a Sneakers
surveillance team to do a stake out. It's day time. We pull into the
drive and drive around back.
Robert Redford telling Gene Hackman to enter the house
and put his gun down, and his Sneakers would take the job. I think a
$100 dollars was involved. Gene Hackman goes into
through the back door into the kitchen and puts his gun down on the
counter. A guy walks in (from the right) and startles Gene Hackman.
But the guy is casual about this intruder called Gene, and sits down at
his cheap small table. Gene Hackman is talking with him, when they
hear a middle aged crazy lady approaching. Gene Hackman hides under the
table. She enters the room, with a weapon in her hand, obvious trying
to kill him. But she looks for him, and then my camera pans under the
table and Gene Hackman isn't there. I tell her, "It's just like Magic
2!" And the lady started looking for him, And I taunted her again
with "It's like Red Dragon," implying that Gene Hackman would be a
master of sneakiness and hunt her down and kill her. Which is wrong,
because Anthony Hopkins was the star of those movies, not Gene Hackman.
Me and another guy trying to get Gene Hackman weapons. He had red
pliers with long handles. but really sharp metal end, that he was
trying to offer. But the lady was going upstairs, where we all knew
Gene Hackman was hiding. The stairs were (...). As the lady was
walking up them, I was looking for weapons. All I could find was
scissors.
Couple of random facts:
* I never saw the face of the crazy lady or the other guy.
* I never went upstairs.
At some point throughout all this events, I noticed a old ('80s?) white range rover parked in front
of the house. The house had nice large yard. The key was the passenger
side door. It was one of the surveillance teams vehicles and I was thinking that the vehicle was totally going to be stolen.
Then it seemed to switch to nighttime outside. I was quite
peeved that the Sneakers team ( I think it had Mos Def in it) wasn't
coming to our rescue. I mean the are surveillance team, so they had to
know what was going on.
Then in a jumpy transition, Gene Hackman
murdered in a graveyard behind a house with a screwdriver in the heart
by the crazy lady. Kind of graphic. He was murdered on top of a grave,
so kind of ironic too. At this point, the grave was a reference to a
character's death that Gene Hackman was involved with bringing about in
a Pirate Dream I had earlier -- sadly that's all I remember of that adventure. Well, the death and lots of ocean.
At this point, it switched back to the house, where now my mom (a
younger version, maybe 30), was in danger from the crazy lady. She
called me on a cell phone (and said that she was escape from the
upstairs window, and to prepare to escape from the crazy lady. I think
of the range rover. My mom is coming towards the front screen door
after escaping from upstairs window. I notice that her hair is really
bad, like one side pushed up to one side, or shaved or something. (It
was like the faux Britney Spears hair in the new trailer for Meet the Spartans )
At this point, the crazy lady happens to enter the living room/front
door area. My attitude at this time is more like, "Oops." rather than
scared or angry. She has a gun. In retrospect, maybe it was Gene
Hackman's gun.
Toe Nash - the name kept popping up surrounding the crazy lady. I think it had to do with the
motive of the crazy lady. He is some minor league baseball from like
4-5 years ago who got in trouble with the law.
So the crazy lady freaks out, opens the screen door, and shoots at
my mom. They were like 5 feet away from each other. So obviously I
think my mom is a goner. But she wasn't hit. I'm shocked. There was no
way the crazy lady missed. Then another shot and the same thing
happened. Still shocking.
At this point, I become detached from the dream. I am now
watching myself, rather than being myself. And I kill the crazy lady.
I watch as I slowly strangle/break her neck. I drag the body onto a
couch in the living room, next to another corpse. I'm not sure who it
was -- either Gene Hackman or the other guy from the house. Probably
the other guy.
I head outside into the night, and see one of the surveillance team
vehicles driving down the driveway. I signal to it, but they ignore
me. Getting more and more peeved, I go to the Range Rover and are
surprised to find out that it wasn't
an english car like I thought. I was surprised that the steering was on
the left like in American cars.
But then another Sneakers surveillance vehicle drove down the
driveway. Since, I'm at the curb, I run to towards to the driveway,
but the SUV pulls away before I get there. So I go back to the range
rover, and am again surprised that the steering was on
the left like in American cars. So I get in on the passenger side, and
climb into the driver's seat. But the car is no longer in a surbuban
neighborhood. It's like the whole set (car, yard, curb, house) have
been transported to a more commercial area. So more cars on the now
wider road. I turn the car around, and pull into a parkinglot. I have
sense of urgency right now. Maybe I'm worried about my mom. I don't
really know what was causing it. Maybe it was just adrenaline after
killing the crazy lady. And then after making sure that the traffic, I
reverse the car, and drive across the road backwards.
It is now daytime outside. Go figure. And I squeeze the car
between a car waiting in a long dusty driveway and a mailbox. I drive
off the road to avoid hitting either one. So I guess my subconscious
choice of a the range rover was useful. So I still have the car in
reverse as a drive up the driveway. I no longer anywhere near that
house where the murder of Gene Hackman had occurred. As I drive, I
feel out of control. Probably because in real life, I would be freaked
if I was driving a range rover backwards.
Anyways, I see a giraffe in like a barnyard. It standing right in
the driveway. It's really tall. Say, 40 ft. Still being out of
control, the best I can do in reverse is slow down. So as I as looking
straight up through the sunroof, I slowly back over the giraffe's front
legs. Despite a loud noise, the giraffe doesn't even move. I am now
under the giraffe, and run over it's back legs. Again a noise, but no
movement. Hitting the giraffe slows down the car to a stop. So now I
can finally drive the car normally, and not in revers. I drive to the
side of the giraffe this time. Yet I am still go under it, because
while the front legs are the same, the back of the giraffe has now
shifted to its right and its legs are either super swollen or
inflatable.
So I drive down the dusty driveway (brown fields with wild grass are on the other side of the driveway), and turn into a another turnover, onto a horse farm owned by my friends the Dennys.
(I just ate lunch in real life, so my memory is somewhat shot)
Summarizing the rest - I saw some horses and the Dennys in one horse paddock. But on the other side of the way another horse paddock where they kept the horses the rode. One had a rein/bridal/whatever its called on. I said hi. It said hi back. I saw nothing strange about that at the time.
Then my dream shifted to my reading article about puppies. I wanted to get a puppy apparently. There were 5 puppies, but I only remember 2-3 names. California - who was the queen bee of the puppies. And Hostag (I misspelled hostage in my dream). The nicest one's name started with an H. I want to say Hannah, but I don't think that is right. Anyways, then I saw this other family I know, the Jordans, examining and discussing the puppies. The other two puppies - one looked like a conehead,
with a bald top. The other had a mustache, and its head morphed into a human head with a mustache, then back to just a puppy with mustache.
And then I woke up.
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| George Washington's canarakeet is actually the biological sire of Abraham Lincoln's canarakeet, and not just the adoptive father as widely reported.
Also, Beethoven invented disco. | | |
| Poker NightSo I just won a game of Texas hold 'em. My prize is forthcoming: one
piece of pizza this Sunday night. We played with chips, not real
money. I had a large lead, but I cam awfully close to blowing it at
the end through a combination of miscommunication, nervousness, and a
good old lack of understanding of the rules of the game. I matched my
roommate's "all in" unintentionally when I showed my cards (which I was
unaware that you cannot show just whenever) and said a nervous 'ok'
trying to clear my thoughts as figure out what to do, because I was
planning on folding. It was down to final two and the game was ending
in 7-8 minutes at midnight. I had a worthless hand (no pair, with a high card of 9) when I made my
mistake, and it almost cost me the game. The ante at the end was a $1.
I only won by $1.70 in chips out of a $30.00 pot, so if we had gone
another hand and I lost or even just folded, I would have lost overall.
It is rather unsettling when you have a commanding lead and then have
it evaporate accidentally. Anyways. I won. Barely. | | |
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