Edd's Gatherin' Place

This morning as been spent frantically searching for Jane’s notes of my dream. Now that I’ve found them the one important item forgotten they are in SHORTHAND!!! Darn and double darn… Ok, we will go it alone and if worse comes to worse I’ll give Jane a call and ask how all these meaningless swirls, curves, dots and dashes translate into words.

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Suddenly with stunning and incredible swiftness, the bridge became the corona of a sun swallowed in a breathtaking aurora of light. The forward screens reacted in nanoseconds to the onslaught blocking the instant death of those on the bridge. Immediately a cacophony of sounds, alarms of all types, began there incessant clattering throughout the enormous ship.

Overwhelmed with the flaring and flowing of expanding emotions to his mind Corot instinctively raised his hands to his head - an involuntary attempt at physically annihilating them at the point of his own death. A calm clarity returned to his mind in a time not measurable in human conception faster in speed than the screen shields protected the bridge from total obliteration a defensive mechanism evolved over millenniums.

Now the dream becomes hazy with many and varying sounds of hysteria, mournful wailing, and the obscure voice of command and assurance in the obscene distance. Clarity returns with Corot yelling for the captain as he viewed the injured and dead, some horribly deformed from concussion and burns, crewmembers among the smoldering and tousled area of command.

When asked the inevitable question of what happened Corot mentally stroked the captain’s mind with a calming stroke and said, “Captain, prepare the ship for immediate battle conditions and get the injured and dead into the healing rooms. I want starboard and forward disruptors and torpedo tubes firing at your targets NOW!”

The captain looked drawn and suffered from a large gash to his right cheek spoke even under the mental mind calming in harsh tones, “My Lord, in Hyperspace?” “Never have we fought in Hyperspace. The laws of physics say it is impossible!”

“Captain, we are not in Hyperspace for reasons I have yet to determine. Look out your starboard view screens and tell me what you see,” said Corot.

“For the love of man!” And with frightened eyes the captain said with an undertone of defiance, “I’m sorry for the blasphemy your Holiness but there are three of Lord Dragon’s warships, A-class destroyers, on our starboard and one forward.”

The captain glancing away from the forward screens caught a flicker of movement alongside the port side of his ship in his port monitors. In a casual disclosure the captain remarked, “Your Holiness, what is that moving alongside our port vents?”

In horror Corot yelled, “An Argonaut from the Lucifer Wars! A destroyer of ships and life and a MACHINE extinct for over 300 years!”

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That’s it for now and in the end, I have only two more Steno pages of notes…

See you soon.

What is a dream and most importantly why do we dream? After waking from my morning nap my body, felt distinctly tired and equally dampened with perspiration.

In my dream, a man passes by a brilliant shined steel wall and immediately becomes intrigued by his reflection. He sees a tall muscular man in his thirties with almost delicately Greek sculptured features. He is wearing a blue rubberized suit with a long flowing cape of the same color, a gold Roman type helmet but without the horsehair plume, and a futuristic sidearm of some description.

Suddenly his brief reverie becomes distracted by not words exactly but emotions felt through his helmet that through some form of mental telepathy he could hear others whispering. Electricity seemed to dominate the air with highly charged blue bucky-balls of lightening forcefully and energetically sprinting through the air.

Multiple comments reached his mind along with the emotion of fear and distrust, “He’s Alien!” “Can we trust him?,” “Yes, but he is a warrior.” “A warrior older than five centuries and you want to trust someone like that!” The man slowly turns and looks to the area of comments and sees a large curved bridge area with men and woman huddled around strange looking instruments but the most spectacular view is coming from forward screens surrounding the front portion of the bridge and the multitude of blurring lights speeding by. It is then he realizes he is on the flight deck of the Empire’s very own Battlecruiser, a starship of immense proportions, the Merlin and he, Lord Corot van Hennef of the Empire race of the Ephaphtha a babysitter to “HUMANS!”

MORE LATER… Time for med’s and my afternoon nap…hopefully I’ll not forget the dream but Jane knows shorthand and helped me with some notes. Hey, I may even have another dream to recount after this nap!

Have you ever just sat down and watched a movie that did not make you think but relaxed you to the point that two plus hours flew by? Legally Blond was that movie for me - say what you will but I enjoyed Reese Witherspoon’s performance as the smart ditzy rich girl blond who makes it to Harvard Law School and excels. See it for your self and have two hours of relaxing fun. Following are some “memorable quotes” but when you see the movie try to spot the phrase, “Masturbatory Sperm:”

Memorable Quotes from
Legally Blonde (2001)
Elle: I just don't think that Brooke could've done this. Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't kill their husbands, they just don't.

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Vivian: Nice costume.
Elle: You too. Except when I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated.

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Elle: I'm studying the LSAT's
Serena: My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your...

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Brooke: You know a Delta Nu would never sleep with a man who wears a thong.
Elle: I know.
Brooke: I just liked to watch him change the filter.

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Elle: Did you see him? He's probably still scratching his head.
Paulette: Yeah, which must be a nice vacation for his balls.

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Elle: I'm studying the LSAT's
Serena: My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your...

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Professor Callahan: Do you think she woke up one morning and said: I think I'll go to law school today.

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[Elle is presiding at her sorority meeting]
Elle: It has come to my attention that the maintenance staff is switching our toilet paper from Charmin... to generic. All those opposed to chafing, please say "Aye".
Entire Sorority Group: Aye.

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Elle: All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs.

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Margot: Here, you're gonna need this.
Elle: Your scrunchie? Margot: My LUCKY scrunchie. It helped me pass Spanish.
Serena: You passed Spanish because you gave Professor Montoya a lap dance after the final.
Margot: Yeah... Luckily!

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Paulette: So What does this Vivian got that you don't got, three tits?

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Elle: I promised her, and I can't break the bonds of sisterhood.
Professor Callahan: Screw sisterhood! This is a murder investigation!

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Elle: Because I'm not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I'm white trash? I grew up in Bel Air, Warner. Across the street from Aaron Spelling. I think most people would agree that's a lot better than some stinky old Vanderbilt.

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Paulette: So what's a girl to do? He's a guy who followed his pecker to greener pastures. I'm a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass.

Fox’s Prison Break did nothing for me and I am normally the one who watches shows like Terminator (1984), Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), and Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines (2003). Prison Break, at least Episode 107 “Riots, Drills and the Devil, was extremely violent a caricature of all the infamous and deranged criminals all housed in one barnyard arrayed with nothing more than constricted and meaningless dialogue. Will I watch it again? No. Will my wife and daughter continue to watch Prison Break? Yes, as long as their hunk Wentworth Miller continues in the lead role.

Movies are out for me because frankly the load, explosive, booming, and nauseating sound gives me seizures. You heard me right seizures – the sound generates certain frequencies that for whatever reason give me grand-mal seizures. I have not seen a movie of any consequence since 1997. Tried one time to see Sahara because I am a Clive Cussler fan but 8 minutes into the movie, I had to leave or face a seizure. The manager was kind enough to refund my money after hearing me call my wife on the cell phone to please come back and pick me up. She had tried her best to talk me out of going but my inherent stubbornness got in the way.

How about we wait until tomorrow to cover the extent of my television reviewing and my latest read books and those I am reading now.

If this old body will let me, I may give it another try in a couple of hours – we’ll see…

See you soon…

Today was time lost…Jane got me out of bed at 6:15 this morning, fed me “breakfast,” and I then spent from around 7 AM until 3 PM on the couch asleep or in between sleep. Slow Jazz played the entire time – I find the music helps. Severe headaches cause me a problem periodically that requires heavy medication and this morning at 3 AM one of the bad ones started. There is not much to do but wait it out…

Tonight is better; it is not totally gone but better. I may have mentioned this before but I am a collector of Modern Firsts and since I already have an 1876 first edition of Mark Twain’s, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, I am working hard to acquire an 1886 first edition of, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. I hope that the book will be available at a reasonable price based on the latest negotiations within the next two weeks.

See you soon…

Sorry about no post today on “Prison Break” and my latest read books but it is coming. Today has been one of reflection – that’s my kind way of saying I’ve been sicker than a coon-dog who has lost its sense of smell.

I hope that tomorrow will be better and I can get back to writing. If you’ve noticed, I still have the broken image link at the top of my sidebar – the red x. I’ll decide tomorrow if I want to place a picture of a nautical scene or remove the code from the template.

See you tomorrow…

Tomorrow this blog will contain a post on me having to watch an excruciating episode of Fox’s Prison Break. What a piece of crap…

Tonight is preparing my body to have lunch with my granddaughters at their school tomorrow for Grandparent’s Day. Although I have a feeding tube, eating a regular meal is not out of the question if my throat muscles cooperate and with the proper medication and preparation, eating normally can be done. My granddaughters, 6 and 7, wanted me to go so their mother agreed to taking me - not an especially easy task.

As agreed, Prison Break tomorrow and I will also include some of my other television viewing, limited as it is, and a window into a few of my favorite movies and books. I will even list a number of books recently read and those I am reading at the present.

See you tomorrow…

PS – After looking at the time, tomorrow is already here but for semantics, I assume you know what I mean…