May 31, 2004

Dreamweaver II

Bill Cosby tried to kill me.

My opinion of him has always been very high; so, I don't know why I would have a weird dream with Bill Cosby starring as the maniacal lift truck driver. Someone, anyone, please tell me.

I was inside Jacobs Field. I walked down a narrow hallway, headed to buy four tickets for when our friends, DT and Lee, come up for a visit, when I encountered a lift truck, which was stopped, carrying a large cardboard box. Bill Cosby sat in the seat in front of the propane tank that powered the vehicle. I decided to detour around Mr. Cosby into a low hallway where I had to stoop down and duck walk. That is when he drove forward and jammed the forks holding the big box into the low hallway and lowered the load. This was no accident -- he was intent on one purpose, and one purpose only. I went down, crouching in the corner. He wasn't very good at maneuvering the lift truck. The forks jammed into the wall, just above my head; otherwise, bastard would have killed me.

Someone helped me get out, and Bill Cosby sat there on the Clark model lift truck, gray-and-orange-colored (the lift truck was gray and orange; Cosby was milk chocolate brown, blue work pants, white shirt with a patch that was embroidered in red with "Cos"), and he was smiling that Bill Cosby smile without teeth showing, just as happy as can be.

That's when I woke up.

I don't like Bill Cosby.

By the way, we spent the weekend in Terre Haute for Mark's graduation ceremony on Saturday. We barbecued chicken, among other items on the menu, for the party on Sunday. More on that later. This post was going to be about the ceremony, but that damn Bill Cosby ...

Posted by Bill at May 31, 2004 08:03 AM
Comments

Not so much Kill Bill as Bill Kills

Posted by: Anji at May 31, 2004 11:30 AM

You could have borrowed my works Clark green machine and gave him what for. It's available anytime you need it. ;-)

Posted by: Becky at May 31, 2004 02:35 PM

Can I just say that Chicken was the BEST! The potatoes were yummy! The fruit salad was devine... but that cake... that cake was without words.... I had to FIGHT my parents for the last piece too.

Thanks!
-d

Posted by: -d at May 31, 2004 09:53 PM

Too much flouride in your water. Call your local water company and ask them to turn it down a notch.

And ease up on the toothpaste for the love of Pete Rose. Just a dab will do ya.

;)

Posted by: Kathy Howe at June 1, 2004 08:35 AM

Hmmmm...you didn't have too much to eat right before you went to sleep, did you? My mother always says that's what causes those types of bizarre dreams.

Posted by: TW at June 1, 2004 02:36 PM