dream

i had a dream that i found Murphy late at night underneath the dam at Lake Estes.
i was totally ecstatic, boundlessly happy, and i immediately put her in the car so i could take her home.

then three young, wild boys came out of the darkness with knives wanting to have some fun killing me.
i drew them away from the car so they wouldn't hurt Murphy,
and picked up something to defend myself.

whistler

i whistle a lot.

dunno why, i just do.

i can't tell you how often i'm hit with the probing statement:
"You're whistling, you must be in a good mood."

this always surprises me,
because i'm usually not in a good mood when i'm whistling.
i whistle more often when i'm stressed out,
although occasionally when i'm happy too.