
I had a dream the other night....pretty weird.
I was going to a Discordian convention in Quebec...I don't know if it was the City, or the province...and it was at someone's apartment. We were there to counter-protest a Klu Klux Klan convention there. We had started to do all sorts of silly things, when someone found a huge cache of weapons, and then all hell broke loose!
It seems that the KKK were supplying the Quebec Separatists with weapons, in preparation of a revolt to try and separate Quebec through armed struggle rather than democratic processes. As we Discordians had discovered their cache of arms, they decided to hold the revolt right away, as they feared loosing the weapons...a case of "Use it or loose it". So they attack.
The Discordians scatter. I end up in the ground floor of a low-rise apartment building. I feign being dead. There are lots of others dead. The KKK/FLQ have guns, lots of guns, and LAW rocket launchers. The LAWs had a problem, the propellant would not always fire since they were so old, and thus had to be quickly discarded with the payload in an armed condition...so they throw them away....and I see this happening outside the building, he throws it up into the first floor balcony of the building. And that is the last I remember.
I then reawaken in a hospital room. There are three beds in the room, but there would normally be only one. I look down at my stomach, and there are a couple of large, stitched up wounds. At this point, a doctor comes in and says "I see you are finally awake, good!" I ask how long I have been out, and he says "A month". He then notices that I have pulled up my hospital gown and pulled down the covers exposing the injuries on my abdomen, and says "Hellova way to loose five pounds, eh? As a doctor, I don't recommend it."
Pretty weird, eh?
ttyl