My Dream

So I have to share this with everyone as it is one of the only times that I woke up laughing.

Last night I had a dream. Now I am not usually the dreaming type; however every once in a while I do have the occasional vision. But this morning has got to be my favorite. Before I get into it I have to say that I was not on any drugs, chemicals, or alcohol (and have not had a drink for a few days); so it was all sober fun...but really strange.
I am going to write this out in story form (for added delight):

"Axelson! Get in there!"
It was the last minute of the big game. I threw on my mesh jersey and stepped out onto the field. As I glanced around the field I saw all of the past and present heroes that I only really knew from t.v. and press releases. I had always known that the "Retarded Robots" sandle kicking team was big, but not as big as they were in real life.
(story break: I actually had a dream that I was on some sort of team that was playing a game in which we were trying to kick a sandle/couch like object over an assigned line. Now, if it was a sandle it was a large leather like sandle; and if it was a couch it was a small (most likely Japanese) sized couch...there wasn't too much detail that I remember, but I shall do my best).
I sprinted onto the field just as boxing glove-bot (small robot with large boxing glove) stole the sandle/couch (scoudle) from one of our forwards and passed it over to cast-legged Bears uniform guy (self explanatory; he was a robot with a cast over his foot and a bears uniform on). Just as ole casty was moving up field one of my boys kicked the sandle all the way to the other end of the field (which must have been kinda short); the scoudle landed a meter or so in front of me...right under the foot of Optimus Payton (huge friggin' robot who look like a rock 'em sock 'em version of the late great Walter Payton). I could feel the pressure, but I couldn't move. I stood in awe as he raised his giant leg preparing to clear the scoudle away from his own goal, and suddenly a giant thud as shook the entire field and stadium as his raised leg snapped off from it's foundation and feel to the ground. My opportuity flashed before my eyes and I gently tapped the scoudle within an inch of the goal, and then another little pansy kick took it over the edge....GOAL!!!! We mere mortals had won the game over the horrible "Re-Bots." The cheerleaders came out and gave each of us our ceremonial hats (similiar to the crown worn by the late Mao Tsa Tong...you know, 1920's style "Newsies" hats...they were boss). As we paraded off of the field, which then became some sort of train tracks, as I now found myself decending onto a platform the winners were announced and the next games were called. As I stood there in Mao style hat and blue fleece I was ablaze with pride and power. My poofter like taps had won the match.
"this next match is between (I don't remember opponets), and..." I knew that it was my squad, so I began to communicate telepathically with the woman calling the match to refer to us in some way or shape as the "Rowdy Renegades" (it had good illiteration)...please, please, please, I thought to myself. Her voice came through again, "and they will be playing the amazing come back kids, Dan's Rowdy Rapscalian (good enough I nodded in approval) Renegades (wha what? this is amazing!)."
My team ascended the platform with a new found desire and spiffy hats. It was going to be another tough one...but we would patsy our way through it.

Then I woke up. Laughing. That has got to be one of my favorite dreams ever. My mind rules!

Oh yeah, the other day I mentioned there was something else that I wanted to say to you all; I remembered what it was.

As of late I have noticed that many people are quick to mention what it is that they are listening to lately on their blogs. Well, this is a good idea, but I have no original (or good) taste in music-to be honest, I listen to what you all talk about (by the way, thanks). So I have decided that I will take one intellectual step forward and tell you all what I am reading at the moment (or what I have read...or what I am thinking about reading...I shall tell you something; keyword "books"...see how chairy likes that one).
Books for this post: Just finished "The Wind Up Bird Chronicles," by Haruki Murakami. A review can be found here . It is most definately worth checking out (to give you a hint at how easy and exciting it is to read I finished the 606 page book in a little under two weeks).
Now I am reading "Blue Like Jazz." Good book. I shall tell you more about it when I am finished. Also, I have started the following, "The Dubliners" by J. Joyce, "Galapogos" by K. Vonnegut, and "On Bullshit" by Harry Frankfurt. It's been a tough time for me as of late, as I have not been able to really get into any of them after reading Murakami...it set a high standard.
Okay than. Take care.