Last night I dreamt that I was a firefighter in a land of magic. There was a huge fire somewhere within this land, and we magical firefighters were trying to put it out. It was a very big fire, and so very difficult to stop. I kept on getting harassed by people asking me why we couldn't just magic the fire away. I had to explain to them that the ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that my father, my brother and I were driving in a car up a mountain. This mountain, oddly enough, was covered in residential neighborhoods, and so we passed by rows and rows of suburban two story houses. There was a dense fog covering everything, though, so even these suburban houses looked cool and mystic in the diffuse light ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt I was riding on the Green Line in Dream Chicago. It was daylight outside, and I was riding the train to one of the extreme ends of its route. This end was in some poorer neighborhood and I had some specific and vaguely important objective in mind, though I don't now remember what it was. The people on the train would ( Read more... )

I have felt very uneasy about updating you lately, darling Agnes. I feel the public eye heavily upon me, scrutinizing my every word, ready to scorn and sneer if I should do anything that it does not approve of...though it refuses to tell me what it does and does not approve of. I is a lazy man, Agnes, and it seems like I've been betraying my ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt of airships. I forget most of the dream, but its ending I do remember. There were two airships - experimental things, built by some genius - and I was inside one of them, along with a whole gaggle of other young people, some of whom looked vaguely familiar to me. We were flying in front of the other airship, through clear skies ( Read more... )

"I'm no braggart!", said that rascal Mark,
"And I'd rather leave my exploits dark.
But there was one time I-
And then she grabbed my-
And o! did we have us a lark!"

Leaving his exploits in the dark since 1986,
--mark

All right, Agnes. It's late...or early...or whatever...and I really ought to be sleeping because I haven't really been getting enough sleep lately. But I need to type on you more. I've been needing to make an entry in you for days (perhaps weeks) and if I don't do it now, now, now! then I'll have to do it some time in the future, and I really have ( Read more... )

Last night, as promised, I dreamt of sending killer robots after Laura's ex-boss Katrina ( Read more... )

Hello again, darling Agnes. I've ignored you for far too long, and doing so for another day would be a sin. But I don't know what to write in you. I don't, I don't, I don't ( Read more... )

Dear Agnes,

I love Suzit'.

--mark