Superfunkomatic - Observations of the Socially Inept

out of the pan and into the fire.

i dreamt the other night that i was sitting out in the country, and old dusty hill and chatting with an old friend (although no one i could say i know right now). we chatted for hours, sat back on the hill drinking a few beer and just generally passing time.

i noticed as the conversation went on that the ground seemed to be getting hotter. nothing to panic about but consistently getting warmer, and warmer. it was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky.

at some point in the conversation i noticed that the heat was getting unbearable, it was burning my backside as we sat on the ground. next thing i knew, my friend and i, dropped into this large hidden area. it was an old cabin buried under the dust and dirt on the hill, right over its roof. while we were sitting on the ground, on its roof, it had a fire inside and completely had burned its way through allowing the roof to collapse under our weight.

lucky for my friend and i that by the time the roof collapsed and we fell through the fire was just smoldering. all the wood was charred and hot but the fire was out.

dr. freud?

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