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04.05.03 A little more than a year ago, I had a dream that Ouija discovered a very small human skeleton, about the size of my index finger, in our closet. Hula and I had a conversation about it where he immediately equated my dream with the fear of someone finding "skeletons in my closet" and I figured that must have been it. That I didn't want someone finding out my secrets. What those actual secrets were, I couldn't begin to fathom. Perhaps I feared the world would discover my inexplicable love of 80's superstars like Falco and the musical group Level 42, or maybe how I sometimes don't pick up after my dogs when it's late, I'm tired and I think nobody's looking--all the while feeling guilty for about one to two hours afterwards, but then forgetting that guilt until the next time I leave the house with the dogs but sans little plastic poopy bags. But maybe not. A few days later, I actually did find Ouija rooting around in our closet and he had what looked like a tiny skeleton in his mouth. I nearly shit my pants. It wasn't a human of course, it was a lizard. And it wasn't a skeleton, but a mummified sort of husk thing, however it was the right size and it did look like a skeleton. I took a picture of it and sent it to a friend in Chicago who ever so kindly indulges me when I have notions that I'm psychic.
We had a brief exchange where she assured me she knew all along that I possessed special powers and I told her of a dream I just had, because, you know, it might come true some day. The only reason I'm telling you any of this is because tonight I was looking through old directories containing digital pictures, trying to figure out what to save and burn to a disk because my computer's old, acting funny and I think that one day soon it's going to go dark. I found the image above and thought, "Oh! Oh! I can write an entry about this silliness instead of one about how I have this tape I made of my dad that I can only listen to in 10 second increments!" So, while doing research in my old e-mail folders (because I'm thorough like that and couldn't remember what the other dream was) I found the thing that made me want to commence an official freak out session that included a swig of Jack Daniels, two beers and this hastily written missive. In the spirit of dorkitude, I present it to you, my beloved invisible internet friend, in its entirety: > From: gracie [mailto:gracie@theinsult.com] In a way it did. One year and two days later, Columbia was lost over Texas. Hula and I happened to be in Santa Fe at the time and I woke up moments after it happened. I didn't hear or feel anything, though I heard some people in Taos said they did. I turned on the TV about 35 minutes later when local news was just breaking in that NASA had lost contact with the shuttle. Do I really think I'm psychic? Of course not. Do I think this is an extraordinary series of events? Yes. Yes I do. Am I concerned about the dream I had where all the milk in the world turned black? Um. No, I guess not. Oh all right. Drink soy.
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