Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

I was at my house along with Trinity. We were wandering around in my garden which also happened to be UK’s campus. There was some really nerdy guy that worked at Wal-mart that I started talking to. Blonde hair, glasses, overweight. The three of us settled down next to one part of the garden’s fence where there were several computers. Trinity started editing something on her site, the guy and I started taking random quizzes. In the quizzes, there were questions asking what your opinion was on geeks and if you would date one. I put “yes, if the guy is sexy,” and glanced over to see that the guy was typing some long diatribe as his answer. I got bored and asked Trin what she was up to. “Nothing,” was her response.

I left my computer and had Trin come with me. We wandered to the other side of the garden. I looked back and saw my brother was tilling one section; he was wearing faded red shorts, no shirt, and no shoes. He looked very fat and was acting crazy. There wasn’t actually a tiller in sight. Trinity and I walked over to another fence where there were blackberries. I saw a few really big ones tucked behind some weeds. I didn’t want to fall into the weeds so I said, “Trin, grab my hand.” She did but when I went to lean over and get the berries, she just let me sag right into the grass. “Augh, get me out, get me out!” I cried and she pulled me back out, asking what the problem was. I gave her a rather mangled blackberry.

We walked on around through an opening in the fence. Trinity was barefoot, suddenly stopped in some mud, and started covering her feet in it. “What are you doing?” I asked, like she was crazy.

“This is what the Egyptians used to do,” she replied, smearing mud up her legs, too.

“Well, it’s making you stink. And they did not do that,” I told her.

“Yes, they did. It protected their feet,” she said, getting a little annoyed.

I pointed to our gravel driveway and said, “That mud did not keep their feet from being hurt on those pointy rocks.”

She grabbed my arm and whipped us around to face down the asphalt road, saying, “Those little square stones? The mud protected them from those.”

“Cobblestones?” I asked, “They didn’t need protecting from those! They didn’t even have cobblestone roads!”

We were both getting kind of huffy and annoyed when I remembered that I had never logged out of my computer back in the garden. I asked her to come with me and she wouldn’t, so I stomped off to go by myself. Suddenly, the garden started looking like a college campus. The computer lab where I had been was now on the second storey. I tried to go upstairs but there were a ton of people; it was lunch time.

I finally fought my way through the crowds and saw my mother sitting at a table with some other teachers. She was holding a baby boy in a blue outfit. I went up to talk to her and she whispered, “They cut out his cord. I’ve seen twelve babies today and they’re all missing their cord. It’s like they’re running on air.” I nodded and walked away as the mother, another teacher, started cooing to her son.

I went back into the computer lab where I was still logged in and found the place looked really ancient. Cobwebs were everywhere and the light was dim. The blonde nerd from earlier was there and he was trying to build an army, Frankenstein style. He made soldiers out of the bodies of people he had killed. My perspective switched so that I was just an observer and nobody else could see me. I watched the guy build up an army from dead bodies. Then, to make more, he laid out several large pieces of candy on a table and poured some kind of fluid over them. They sizzled and foamed while he muttered things.