Saturday, October 15, 2005

...Oh, and 1 Happy Meal...to go...


He wouldn't strike you as the type. Shaggy brown hair, somewhat tussled & tangled with a hint of grey peaking through. Nicely dressed with a crisp, clean shirt, and dark blue jeans accentuating his tall, skinny frame. A hard-working plumber by day, something else by night...

He eats alone. The steak and mashed potatoes combo can be guaranteed ready almost nightly when his shiny red pickup pulls into the parking lot. Late at night, he finds his feast, beneath the flickering of multiple neon beer signs. The waitresses walk back and forth, sassing their youthful hips and yes, he notices.

He is a bachelor, a loner, and knows what he really wants. He has tried the marriage thing, and, let's just say it just hasn't worked. "Women", he says "only seem to want the money and attention but rarely want to go the long haul."

I met him for a drink tonight, you see. As we were talking under the smoky haze of the dim barroom lighting, he told me of his most recent catch. With adrenaline on the sidelines, waiting for the call, he reaches beside him on the booth and pulls out a stack of bulging Manila folders...Documents competing to spill out of the sides.

"This one," he says as he points to the mugshot of a hefty Hispanic man wearing a grimace, "This one was a tough one. I pulled up to his house and asked to see him and his girlfriend, pregnant and smoking a cigarette, told me he was not home" My interest grew as he continued. "I knew better," he said. "They always lie. So I went up to the door and saw him hiding behind it. That's when all hell broke lose..."

You see, this man is a bounty hunter. He conspicuously collects people who get bailed out of jail but fail to meet the agreement terms set forth or pay the associated fees. At first, I wasn't sure if this was legal, but that last time I tried to clarify that, he pulled out more documents, and showed me the "ins & outs" of the law.

I have enjoyed listening to his many stories; I have done it upon many occasions. I also worry about him. It's a very dangerous job and he is my brother. He is constantly on the prowl, hunting down less-than-honorable people.

But, what I found more interesting than his hunt itself is the courtesy he always extends to these people. It is simple but eloquent and somewhat laughable but he always offers them food on the way to returning them to a cold, damp cell.

He takes them into a fast-food restaurant, or at least through the drive-thru, handcuffed and all. McDonald's, he says, is always his first choice & he prefers to buy them a happy meal. He says it is because he makes a lot of money off of them and as long as they don't give him a big fight, he figures if he extends this courtesy, perhaps they will not be "after him" when they get back out on the streets.

Smart, I thought, when he first told me of this. McDonald's drive thru. Yes, and he BUYS them a Happy Meal. All as a courtesy and a "thank you for not trying to kill me" gesture.

He says that, so far, it seems to work. Most people that he has "arrested" and has done this for, come up to him on the streets and actually shake his hand and treat him well.

So, I guess that makes me not worry quite so much about him. As long as he can get them to McDonald's before they shoot him, the Happy Meal might just do the trick.

**picture taken from www.mcdonalds.com

Friday, October 14, 2005

Haiku Friday

Sexuality
Fluid, natural, tainted
Mind, Spirit, Body

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Little Known Facts

I feel worn out today. It is most likely because I have had several tests this week and a project due. They are over now, at least for this week, so I will get some rest & be ready to post something more interesting soon.

However, I don't want to leave you empty-handed because what kind of a blogger would I be if I did that?

So, here are some little-known facts I found while perusing the internet this afternoon. I am not sure of their accuracy but....oh well.??? I guess I didn't take the time to research them...shame on me! So, feel free to do so yourself & let me know if any of them are erroneous.

Percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28%
Percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%
Iceland consumes more Coca-Cola per capita than any other nation.
First novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer
The airplane Buddy Holly died in was the "American Pie." (Thus the
name of the Don McLean song.)
Hershey's Kisses are called that because the machine that makes
them looks like it's kissing the conveyor belt.
In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.
Cat's urine glows under a blacklight.
Hmmm...so there ya go. Have at 'em!!! (Oh, and I found them on http://www.gambino.com/funstuff/facts.htm)

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Dreams...of another nature


Webster's dictionary defines a dream as a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep. Sigmund Freud would have agreed and probably helped establish that by-the-book definition of a dream. But what about the subtle undertones of dreams...that feeling of raw reality...of inescapable palpability? For years now, I have been "blessed" or perhaps "cursed" by what most refer to as psychic or pre-cognitive dreams. Laugh if you must. At first everyone does. I don't talk much about this subject out of fear of persecution, especially in the "Praise the Lord"-laden Bible Belt where I live. However, I feel somewhat safe here (As most do on a blog, moreso that in the real world) to forego any reservations and just share reality.

Rarely do I have "gut feelings" or preminitions...probably not any more than any other somewhat intuitive person. But, in cycles, I definitely have dreams of questionable nature. At first I tried to debunk their validity myself, because even I, did not believe what I was dreaming was coming true. I would dismiss it as "impossible" or some strange, unexplained form of deja vu. But, it didn't work.

It never worked, in fact. See, I started keeping a journal & being sure to tell my husband and a close friend, at least of my every dream, a way to prove to myself and to everyone else that this was real. At first they thought I was crazy because some dreams were just what Freud and Webster's dictionary defines them as....just random thoughts, images or emotions of previous days. But, quite frequently, we all found that one by one, a week or two apart, these dreams started coming true, and in great detail. They weren't always perfectly accurate, but they were close enough to be impossible to deny.

Many have told me things like "It's just self-fulfilled prophecy" or "You are practicing witchcraft to receive these dreams". No, neither is true. The reason the second is not true is I really don't. I consider myself very spiritual, with a mostly Christian basis for my beliefs, but also incorporating (or at least trying to) elements of many beliefts such as Buddhism, Wicca and Pagan beliefs for their principles and guidelines of trying to be a better human being. The first is not true because I only told of these dreams to my husband and a very close, trustworthy friend and rarely told the actual subjects of the dreams at all. So it would be impossible for them to be self-fulfilled for that reason.

Another thing people also always try to say is that this "gift" comes from a "demon" or evil source. That is simply not true due to the nature of the dreams. You see, they are always a "warning" or sorts or a "flag" to let me know I need to check on someone or be careful to avoid something or to comfort someone.

I guess the best way to explain these things are to give you some examples. So here they are, and I will leave you with them for contemplation. These are only a few examples that occurred most recently and that are not too personal to embarrass any of the subjects of them. I can understand skepticism and respect it but I can assure you that this is true and I do not know the source. Think it all over and let me know what you think the source could be.

Example 1: Dream: I am holding a close friend of mine and comforting her as she cries. I can smell a smoldering fire and she is sobbing about the fire and how scared she was. It all feels extremely real like I am actually there. I can see her husband, standing with arms crossed, staring at the smoldering fire. The next morning, I remembered the dream when I first woke up. I told my husband about it and called these friends and asked them if they were ok. They said everything was fine and acted perfectly normal. I did not tell them about the dream, just said that I had been thinking about them and wanted them to be careful. That night, they called and told me that their car had caught on fire at the gas station, while they were filling up the tank & the fire department had to come and put it out. Luckily nothing exploded and no one was hurt but their car was burned badly enough not to be operable.

Example 2: Dream: I can see my mom and dad at my brother's house. It is dark and my brother is lying on the couch and looks very tired or sick. My mother places a yellow blanket over him and kisses him goodbye. He falls asleep. The next morning I couldn't get the dream off my mind so I called my mother to ask her if my brother was ok. She seemed a little surprised I was calling and told me they had been at his house the night before to check on him because he had the flu. She said she had fed him some soup and helped him lie back down. I then told her what I had dreamt. She, of course, doubted my validity. I asked her if she had put a yellow blanket on him and she got completely silent. I had to ask her if she was still there and she said yes, she had covered him up with a yellow blanket.

Example 3: Dream: I had just gotten out of the Army and my old platoon was on their way to Iraq. Since we were very close, I went to see them off and kept getting this nagging feeling in my stomach about one of my soldiers. I felt like she was going to come back ok but I felt like there was something about which to be concerned, but I couldn't figure it out. I went home that night and had a dream that she was sitting in the desert, on top of a humvee, in Iraq, crying and sobbing and holding her abdomen. I didn't see any blood in the dream but I knew something physical was wrong. In the dream she even said that she was coming home. But I couldn't figure out why. About a month later I found out she was back in the states. While in Iraq, she had been vomiting alot and not being able to eat. She was sent for medical treatment and was told she was pregnant. This was completely unexpected for her and not something she wanted, but she was sent back to the states, had the baby and is doing great.

Example 4: My brother had been dating a wonderful woman and we were all under the impression they were going to be getting married. As far as I knew everything was going great. But one night, only 3 weeks ago, I dreamt that they were fighting in her kitchen...not physically, just verbally arguing and that they broke up in the dream. The next morning I called my brother and asked him how he was doing. He said everything was fine and that he and his girlfriend were going out for dinner so he had to let me go. I did not tell him about the dream. Just last week, my dad told me that they broke up. I called my brother and offered him my support. He told me they had been arguing a lot and when he was over at her house last week, helping her cook dinner that she had decided to end the relationship. Then I told him about the dream.

So, take it as you will. I don't know where it comes from but I can assure you it is real. Any thoughts?

**photo is not my work...is Art by Nescaya and can be found at www.thunderpeople.com

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