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?

2 Responses to “Cold play”
  1. Markmomukhamo says:

    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.

  2. emer says:

    Thanks for the interpretations, doc! :)
    No Slammer/Sapphire-type infection in my case…Domino na ang database ng katawan ko, thanks to Sir Eugene…

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