I've had a certain kind of recurring dream all of my life. The funny thing is that it's happened so often that when the dream begins I become aware of the fact that I'm dreaming. In the dream I'm laying in bed. Everything feels very real like I've just woke up. Suddenly something unseen will begin to try and pull away my covers. If I resist the thing will crawl up my bed, staying under the covers until it's resting on top of me. If I try and hold it back it will leap up onto me. Generally I just close my eyes and let the sensation pass, but this time the dream kept playing over and over again. Finally the last time I resisted the thing that sprang up was the band Guns and Roses. Even in the dream I said to myself in disbelief "Guns and Roses?" before shaking myself awake.
I suppose the only really funny part about that is that I could only make out the face of their guitar player Slash. The other members faces were covered in shadow. Does that sound like symbolism? I sat up and watched some TV to make sure I didn't slip back into the dream pattern, and pondered what this might have meant. The reason quickly occurred to me: I don't actually know what the other members look like.
Well I am back from vacation one bruised rib richer and a little more cash poor. We went and stayed in the city of Cutler Ridge which is only about 45 minutes from our house. We wanted to make a day of wandering around Metro Zoo, and since we had a nights worth of hotel points at the La Quinta we ordered a suite.
I've never been to Cutler Bay, but the place is strange. The whole town seems to exist in the year 1998. The sky was constantly overcast in the area we stayed in giving it this sort of haze like old memories. There was a mall across the street, and I walked over to see if they had a book store. It turned out there was no bookstore in town let alone the mall, but they did have a Things Remembered store. When was the last time you saw those or a Joe Ann's Crafts? Their radio shack sold shortwave radios and I toyed with investing 50 bucks on one with a digital tuner, but decided against it.
Earlier that day we went to a couple of state parks and took pictures. The weather was gorgeous if not just a little too warm. I saw a family of manatees floating on the waters surface, and cursed to myself at how expensive state park souvenirs are. It was a very quiet day, but my one big discovery came later that when I was using my shortwave.
Something blocking the lower bands for over an hour. Just across the bay is the nuclear power plant Turkey Point so I figured it might have had something to do with that. This was around the time you can usually pick up the V2 Numbers Station out of Cuba. I could pick up nothing, but a faint bit of music drifting across the band. I gave up and went hiking down a back road known to have crocodiles sunning on the shore. I didn't see any, and decided to check my shortwave again when I got back. What ever was jamming the upper bands was gone and I could clearly pick up the V2. You can read my entry By The Numbers if you're not sure what a numbers station is.
Now I've wondered for a while if the patterns of numbers change. If they don't then it probably means business as usual. If they do change then that means some one somewhere is definably receiving orders. Guess what? The message was different this time. In fact at one point a sequence of numbers (cero, quatro, cinco, uno or 0451) repeated with spaces in between each sequence. This means a 4 letter word was repeated 4 times for some reason. Think about that.
Later that night I decided to go to bed early so I started taking some shots and watched The Great American Song Book on PBS. I don't know what happened, but I woke up with a huge bruise on my side like some one had punched me, and no idea how I got it. I remember just going to bed when the program was over, but something must have happened.
The next day we went to the zoo, and walked around in the hot sun. I took my camera, but at some point I found myself taking pictures more of the interesting details in the scenery or shots that look more authentic than trying to just take pictures of animals. I guess there's something fairly pedestrian about just taking straight pictures of caged animals.
There's nothing all that interesting about going to the zoo so I'll share an odd bit of news before I sign off. Last Sunday I went down to Miami with a friend of mine. He wanted some one to keep him company while his wife and her friends shopped at Bay View. Later that day we sat down to dinner when one of the girls related a strange fact.
A friend of hers had just come back from serving in Afghanistan, and told her about this event that happens every Thursday that roughly translated to "Man Love Thursdays." He told her that on Thursday all the women stay in doors and the men of Afghanistan go out and have sex with each other. I listened politely and logged this tid bit in my head as being utter crap, but decided to look it up should I remember it. Well it turns out it's true.
Apparently not only does homosexual sex take place, but child prostitution as well. Not a lot is known about this even in the Western world, but apparently the men of Afghanistan have a similar view of homosexuality as did the Greeks. In fact it is a common practice of men in power to take a young boy for a lover. Don't believe me? Well there's always Google.
Why not?
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