Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Infloofection (floofinition) – The state produced by the establishment of one or more animals in a location.
In use: “The little kitten was so sweet, and clearly needed help, so Beth thought she’d take him home for the night, which was how the infloofection began. Two more cats, a dog, and three years later, and she realized a floofdemic had begun.”
Day comes, and brings the heat
The animals find a place to sleep
A place that’s theirs for a space
where they slumber without a trace
Night comes, and the air cools down
the animals stretch and rise from the ground
and claim the night as theirs to own
until the sun grows hot and sends them home
Floofarama (floofinition) – Floofish floof pop (floop) music group formed as a trio in 1979, who have had twenty-eight hit singles in the Floof K between 1982 and 2008.
In use: “The 1982 song by Floofarama, “Shy Floof”, reached number fourteen in the UFA on the Hot Floof Playlist.”
No whips of any kind were in this dream, except the brutal emotional ones most of us employ on ourselves. This was a classic mélange of frustration and anxiety.
It began as a military dream. Whether this is true, I remembering being partially awake and telling myself, “Not another military dream.”
Then I wasn’t in a military dream. I was instead outside, with others. We were all all students and were scheduled to give an all-important final presentation. We’d already done one. Using feedback, we were supposed to go back and improve it.
But here I was, not at all fucking ready. It was time to go and I wasn’t dressed. I hadn’t changed my presentation, either.
I told myself, I can do this! Others began leaving for class. One reminded me that I needed to be there on time. The doors would close and lock at eight. If I wasn’t there, I would be failed.
Sure, I wasn’t worried.
Knowing that I needed to change clothes and my presentation, I went in the opposite direction of everyone else. What was I going to wear? How was I going to change the presentation.
I didn’t have answers. Time was running out. I decided, I’d wear what I had on – a red sweater with black pants – even though I’d worn those yesterday. And, by not changing clothes, I could make changes to the presentation.
Time was running out, and I’d wasted so much of it. I rushed toward class.
A bell was ringing.
I wasn’t going to make it.
I partially awoke. Thinking of the dream, I decided, I can change the outcome. Go back, dream again, and change the outcome.
I’m usually not bad at doing this. Today was a failure.
I went back. Time was running out. I would take a short-cut to get to the room. Rushing down a long flight of stairs, I came to another hallway.
It ended.
It was the wrong hallway. I couldn’t reach my class room from there.
A student and a security guard were sitting there, talking about another, but the details reflected my own situation. The student asked, “What if they’re late?”
The guard replied, “It doesn’t matter. I close the doors and lock them.”
“But what if they’re really trying?”
“Doesn’t matter. The doors are locked, and they fail.”
I started back up the hall to head for my class room. I found myself there.
The door wasn’t locked. I opened it and entered.
Everyone looked at me. The teachers (two) looked at me. A classmate said, “You’re in the same clothes. You didn’t change.”
The dream ended.
“It’s that time of month.”
It’s not a monthly thing, but a cyclic thing, this periodic slide into a dark trough. I feel it as it comes on. It feeds my bitterness (or I feed it), despair, and frustration. I think, I’m a terrible writer, person, husband, son, and man, a waste of air, space, and energy, and the world is a shitty place.
I know it’ll pass. While it’s happening, I need to keep a check on myself so I don’t do lash out or burn my world down. It’ll pass, you know? But at least twenty-four to thirty-six hours of it are a deep abyss.
So, mood music is required for this shit. Today’s choice (probably used in the past, but I didn’t check, because — mood) is “On the Dark Side”, by John Cafferty & The Beaver Brown Band, as heard in the 1983 movie, Eddie and the Cruisers.
Let the merriment begin!
