No good reason for not posting in a long while other than a lack of anything decent to post (and the fact that I'm quite sure no one reads this but me). That and what dreams I HAVE had I haven't wanted to relive by posting them. The conflict between Hizbollah and Israel has made for some horrible nightmares as I have a strong attachment to the land that Hizbollah has been targeting in their attacks. Here is one such dream.....

When I stayed in Israel last year I lived in a town in the north called Tzfat (or Safed, depending on the spelling). It has been one of the towns that has been hit by Hizbollah rockets. The town is in the north of Israel, up in the mountains and is "the home of Kaballah". It is a quiet and small town and is known for it's artist alley and long staircase that cuts up the centre of town. I spent many a sweaty afternoon climbing this huge staircase to get to the main street in town.

Anyway, in my dream I am standing at the bottom of the staircase readying myself for the long climb. I glance up, take a deep breath, and begin my ascension. As I make my way up I notice something odd..... a trickling down the sides of the staircase. Soon it starts to pour... more and more... until it is a river flowing down the stairs. More alarmingly, it is blood that is rushing down the stairs, not water. With each step I hear the stomach turning sound of sloshing as my foot hits the blood soaked stone stair. The blood rushes around and under me and I begin to panic as I climb up as fast as I can to the top into town.

When I get to the top I see blood running through the streets, coming from every side street and alley into the main street and continuing on down the staircase and eventually down the mountain. I see no other people, it seems to be a ghost town.... all shops and stores are empty.

At this point panic usually wakes me up in a pool of sweat.

I haven't had that dream in a while, thank god. It wasn't one of my favourites, that's for sure. Eventually it would evolve each time I had it, sometimes ending with me finding all kinds of people dead in the shops and homes in town. Nasty stuff, glad that dream has stopped.

In a lighter dream....
I dreamt I was in some kind of "team building" workshop for my job. In between sessions (in which we were split up into groups to do certain activities and projects) I was talking to a co-worker of mine about the logo her team was creating. She made some reference at that point to "my stupid tattoo" that she said she didn't like. I acted very hurt and indignant that she could be so rude about my tattoo to which she said "What? It's not like it's a big secret that I don't like that tattoo. I've told you before!". Bristling with annoyance I replied "No you haven't! At least, not to my face!"

The tattoo she was referring to was the giant "X-Files" X I had on my thigh.... and I mean the inner meaty part of my thigh. A truly ridiculous place to put a tattoo, but this IS a dream afterall. In the dream I went back home and in the privacy of my room I dropped my pants to inspect the aforementioned tattoo and found that indeed I did feel a twinge of regret for such a silly tattoo. It was a bit on the large side, dark (it was black), placed in a foolish spot on my body, and did I really love the X-Files that much 10 years later??

Ok, so I have 3 tattoos in real life.... but most assuredly, none involve the X-Files in any way shape or form. And thank God for that.