Down with the flu. The bitter, bone-biting cold mornings finally got to me.
What I really hate about getting sick is the feverish dreams. My brain turns into the neural equivalent of a big-screen plasmatron with 5.1 channel surround sound. And I don’t get regular dreams, oh no. I get really weird-ass dreams like:
1. Chief Weapons Inspector Hans Blix telling me that Lala and Badj together constitute a material breach in the UN declaration against weapons of mass destruction
2. Striding down EDSA in a 50-ton Mech
3. Hovering the surface of a planet made of powdery green sand
4. My face turning into something like the pinhead from Hellraiser, except instead of pins I have freshly sharpened Staedler pencils sticking out
Sheez. Can anyone interpret these for me?

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January 31st, 2003 at 11:29 am
Let’s go with the Jungian interpretation:
1. Girls = weapons of mass destruction.
2. 50 ton Mech (a scout, instead of 100 ton battlebot)
3. powdery green sand instead of a water or gas planet
4. Staedler pencils instead of Mongol
It only means you’re a total geek.
In a good way of course.
Get well soon.
At least it’s not a slammer virus. ehehehe.
February 1st, 2003 at 4:27 pm
Thanks for the interpretations, doc!
No Slammer/Sapphire-type infection in my case…Domino na ang database ng katawan ko, thanks to Sir Eugene…