Mystic Monday

Hey, remember that Cathy Zeta-Jones dream I had a few days ago? Last night, as we were preparing to go to bed, we were messing around with the radio and I came upon a talk show called "mystic monday". They had a spiritist in there who specialized in interpreting dreams... so I said 'what the hell' and gave them a call.

The lady had a good laugh when I told her I had dreamt I was Zeta-Jones. I was pushed to the top of the list and soon I was on air. But as I started retelling my dream, I felt like a bit moronic, tried to laugh at myself but only encountered silence from the other side. Then John, the spiritist, said:

'Hmm... there's a lot of deep issues going on there. I think you have a problem that is troubling you, that you don't want to face.'

Me: 'It might have to do with my job. I'm part-time, I need another job, but I'm feeling loyal towards them and don't want to drop the job. But I'm finding it hard to find a second part-time job (i.e. Cathy trying not to break the old man's heart; trying to hook him up with the plain-jane maid.)

John: 'The reason why you dreamt you were Catherine is because you feel, deep down, that you can do better. So your subconscious has chosen a celebrity to symbolize that.'

Me: 'Uh, thanks but...'

Zadie, the radio talk show host: 'Thank you Oliver, first time caller! And remember, don't make this your only call!'

Me: 'No problem.'

(I have to stop saying 'no problem' when people say thank you or some other mindless thing to me. I'm full of no problems...)


I wish I had told him about my dream with Zombies. Cause that's a reoccuring one, and the Catherine one was pretty superficial in comparison..

Clap your hands to Clay

We`ve been drinking some wine every night, either with our meals or just in the bedroom while listening to music. It's nice to be nice.
but
you
don't
have
to be so nice to me...

I`m reading "Madness and Modernism: Insanity in the light of modern art, literature, and thought." I want to quote it like hell for you... but you will probably skip, won't you?

There ain't much else happening. I'll be going to a gig tomorrow night, in a place called Cherry Ground. I don't even know the name of the band, but my friend Megan told me it was sure to be good. I trust her.

I wish I had some State secret to disclose. I await patiently for The Thrills...