It was suddenly 4:00 a.m: the dream I’d been having was so vivid and disturbing that it woke me up.
The experience was as clear and clean as an alternate reality. I was in an big house and everything was dark. Outside there was some kind of a party or maybe the overflow from one, a group of intoxicated 20-year-olds all full of themselves. They were in the yard and one was in a tree. Others were lounging in the doorway! I asked them to leave, and they became even more belligerent and physical, trying to force their way into the house. Some succeeded, slipping in past the door I was trying to hold shut. One of them went into my den (I have a den?) — where there was a fireplace, those big leather English club chairs, and an old grandfather clock — and pointed a gun at me!
I yelled for my wife to call 911. By the time the “cops” showed up, it was morning and the intruders were gone. The police weren’t really police at all, either, but some kind of rent-a-cops who didn’t have a clue about their job.
So what do my little hooligans want besides recognition? Resistance is obviously futile. I know my own shadow better than most, but it’s still not apparent what part wants in. Obviously there’s something here that I can use, but what?
Plastic Farrguy
On the offhand chance this means I need to be more juvenile, I posed a picture with the built-in iSight camera on my MacBook and hit it with the plastic wrap filter in Photoshop. Now, I like this very much. Something tells me that there might have been a period when this effect was highly popular until everyone got sick of it and stopped using it. If so, I must have missed it. We miss a lot of things along the way, but you have to make choices.
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