i saved john howards life last night

in a dream.

i've been having some bizarre dreams of late:

1. travelling on my motorbike
2. plane crashes
3. big brother and john howard...

will flesh these out throughout the day as i get time...

al_


1. a decade or so ago i used to ride a motorbike. i havent for years...

in the dream, i'd been travelling. though now parked and sitting at a rural roadhouse. waiting casually without a care in the world. there were some unknown friends with me. and tonja. she was my pillion. and we were waiting to go to the next destination. the other members of the posse - they had a panel van and a station wagon - left to go their separate ways. tonja and i were deciding where to go next. i didnt care where were gonna end up. it was a very paceful dream. reminding me of Robert Prisig's "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenence"

the thing that sticks out is my travelling pack. somehow i had been carrying an old typewriter case. kinda plastic 60's looking thing. and when i opened it the typewriter had these kinda tubes sticking out of it - i didnt know what they were for. they looked like reticulation pipes, but all mangled. reminded me of the tubes that run into the inkpad thing on an old offset printer. the typwriter inside the case was sorta dislodged from its housing. it was a weird thing - and i was trying to figure out what these tubes were for...

during the sequence of events, which werent many, the roadhouse manager was offering us advice as to what tourist destination would be best for us next. he was talking away - but i couldn't understand the words. but that didnt matter because i knew the normal tourist route would bore me... i think the dream ended with tonja and i riding off into the morning sun.

i think the typewriter was some kinda representation of the internet - and blogging perhaps...