Silent Hill Dream

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FACEBOOK: Epic Dream

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Epic dream last night:

Demonic creatures of mercurial morphology fond of cutting themselves with glass had infiltrated The City. My objective was to track them down and eliminate them, armed only with some type of derringer (which might not even have been loaded), explosive sunglasses (evidently multi-use), and stilletto (literally, stilletto) heels. My only allies were a grappling gun and some big Amazon of a Dredd-style traffic Judge who took a while to realize that The Law had bigger problems than my weaving a stolen hoverbike between lanes.

Think Ada Wong vs. The Ghosts of Mars in Silent Hill, peppered with bits of Judge Dredd and Les Miserables.

The weird part is that these sado-masochistic demons communicated in what I took to be Russian. But I suppose that’s what comes of reading Tom Clancy before bed.

FACEBOOK: Getting Old

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I must really be getting old, because senility has evidently started to creep in; [my kid] left the house this morning frustrated to tears with my inability to recall the name of the song “with the music video with the piano at the beginning that we saw a long time ago on YouTube.”

First names, then faces. Won’t be long before •••••• has me sent off to a nice, quiet rest home — where I will find myself in the care of those lovely nurses from Silent Hill.