Jotun

Writing this as I'm on watch. Hope nobody minds! :-O
I got a little bit of shut-eye before watch today. I had a pretty crazy dream! I dreamt that I was at my church, but at the same time, on a Ship. My parents were there, as well as my friends from church. The odd part was, there was a break in a water line, next to my bed. Of course, I was the one to find it, and of course, I was more worried about my bed getting wet than saving the ship. They say your dreams have meaning, right? I thought about it for a while, and I think I've gleaned a truth or two from this one. Are we [Am I], more concerned for the safety of our possessions/ourselves than those of others? Human nature blatantly screams in our face, "Yes, it's all for you! Get yo shit together!" I guess my point is that we should take care of the things that effect us and others, not to save ourselves, but to save all who matter to us the most. I guess I try to reflect this as much as possible, but sometimes it's hard to think of others when you have your own goals in mind. Case in point, we should serve others, before serving ourselves. I think this is a fundamental truth.
Well, the dream continued for a while. My next visage was a dark room. I was all alone, and indeed, it was a bit of a frightening place. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Will Smith was standing there. WTF? He's standing there with 6 cardboard boxes. He tosses three to me and says, "We don't have much time." Of course, I'm like, "WTF mate?!" I follow him. I am led to a river. It's not treacherous or anything like that, but there are dude-guys standing on the opposite bank with machine guns, possibly socialist fiends, intent on killing us. We jump into the water. Willie tells me to grab one of the boxes and jump in it (I know, after we are in the water) like a potato sack. I'm not really sure how, but we were easily propelled through the water in our... cardboard boxes. How odd. At this point, the phone rang, and one of the big wigs on the ship wanted his computer fixed. Nice wake-up.

Anywho, I hope all of you are enjoying your saturday! Tomorrow should be a great day!

The next D.C. trip will be more epic than before, I guarantee it! Can we start planning for sometime next month, or what?


I often dream of huge numb buildings
jet-black sinister architecture being installed when nobody sees
Their appearance so sudden
that few would take notice
And when I wake up, I imagine being crushed by one
imagining it's weight, it's silence
and the absence of excuses for a havoced life...
and the priviledge of a 22-kilometer tombstone.