A simple yet horrific dream.

The only thing I remember is being engulfed by a red flare, or energy.  It was pure pain.  I couldn't escape, couldn't shake the flare off me.  I was all twisted and contorted.  And hurting.

Then I woke up and it was one in the morning and I couldn't sleep for a while.

Cookies.  Lots and lots of cookies.

Yup.  I dreamed of cookies.

I was in a big room full of cookies.  All types of cookies.  The room looked like an oven.  And the oven door came down and a big face came into view and told me to have as many as I want.

Cookies.  Go figure.

Yup.  Dreamed I was attacked by a mountain lion.  I would find things to throw at it, distract its attention.. sometimes it would eat what I threw--bones or something, I can't remember.  But it would finish with things quickly and come back at me, over and over.

That's it.  That's the dream.

I woke up at midnight.  Took a while to get back to sleep.

Happy New Year, People!

OK, not to get all sappy and crap, but I hope everybody has a great 2009.  Much love, laughter and luck.

As I have said before, I don't make New Year's resolution any longer.  I don't think it makes sense to pick January 1st for a date to start making changes.  Do it any time.

That said, I do think I will adopt the wise and immortal words of Bill and Ted: Be excellent to each other, and party on, dudes!

Peace.

OK, where to begin...

I was on a snowy slope where an insane downhill race was taking place.  There were trucks and bikes and weird contraptions all flying downhill.  Kind of like that Red Bull Flugtag contest thingy, but on the snow.

There is a sudden quake, and I looked up to see two polar bears the size of semis wrestling.  Every time one fell the ground shook.

I went inside the resort and it was one antiseptic kitchen after another.  Almost as if each kitchen was a model to demonstrate appliances, counters, and cabinet facings.

In this dream, I knew I was dreaming.  I wanted to capture and remember the details so I concentrated very hard on the kitchen cabinets, but they transformed as I watched them.  From granite to black, to tan and white, and the shape and size of the cabinets and counters changed so that I couldn't see any one configuration for very long.

The ski resort portion of the dream was not surprising, as me and the boys had been planning to go boarding today.  Where the kitchen stuff came from... well there was a lot of cooking happening at our place this week for the holidays.