Last night -- well, actually, the second time I fell back asleep this morning -- I dreamed up a whole UT Assault map. It was beautiful, a Bryce Canyon sort of place at sunrise. One of the chokepoints was a large gorge filled with mist, passable only by two narrow bridges. The reddish sunlight was just beginning to creep down one wall of the gorge.
Aesthetics aside, however, there were serious issues with the map, the foremost being that the attackers' arsenal consisted of several WWII-era German trucks, my family's burgandy Previa, and a vacuum cleaner that had to trail an extension cord wherever it went. I ended up with the vacuum cleaner, and drove through rather a lot of canyons and tunnels, and eventually got stuck underground because I was at the end of the extension cord.
There was also a dream several nights ago that involved Eric Branting screaming at Ms. Klein on the first day of school. I'm not sure I want to know what parts of my brain are responsible for my dreams.
Yesterday I was amused when a couple college-agers, two girls and a guy, were offering me beer at the pool. No thanks, I'm underage. Having beer in the pool area is also of course completely against the rules, but I myself haven't followed those as carefully as I might, having once or twice jumped the fence to swim there by myself in the middle of the night.
I figured out a few days ago my main issue with Wilmington, and the Coastal Plain in general. Pine trees simply can't do verdant. As far as North Carolina's concerned I'm more of a mountains person. And at a rest stop on the way home, I saw a packet of Funyuns and was of course reminded of Adam Alderman...
posted on Tuesday, July 06, 2004
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