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Saturday, March 29, 2003

I was watching MTV today, after a two week hiadus from it due to the war, and they are currently running their Spring Break 2003 programming. At any rate, watching this, makes me wonder why I ever watched it in the first place, and I find it very odd that a War, and all the coverage of it, was what made me snap to my senses. Today the shows ranged from "Mystery Celeb Date" to "Spring Break Undercover" where they film 3 ladies, and 3 guys as they party in Miami...how completely moronic is all this? The second show just filmed these people going around, kissing unattractive people on the dance floor, and puking in garbage cans. How exciting. Anyways, I have decided that even after the war is over and Saddam is dead, I will continue to keep my TV on Fox News, and my usual rotation between the Food Network, The Learning Channel, The History Channel, Animal Planet, and Discovery. End of story.

My insane dream the other night(previous post) stuck with me all day yesterday, and tonight I was hoping I'd follow that dream up with another crazy dream...did I ever. Last night, I dreamed that my home town of Helena was under attack and the center of enemy bombing and infiltration by secret assassins. In my dream, I was some sort of religious leader, and the local Civic Center in my town(which, ironically enough is actually a mosque built by the Shriners) was where we had a giant bomb shelter, and where I would conduct services throughout the war time that our city was suffering. Anyways, in this dream, bombers were flying overhead, and the deep rumble of their engines shook the Civic Center to its core, its inhabitants with it. As we all scrambled for the shelter, a large mass of assassins ran in through the door, searching for men in power among our group to single out and kill. I saw two of my friends fall while I was trying to usher 25 or 30 women and children into the basement, and as I turned to find these men rushing around, I felt two bullets strike my chest. The impact alone sent me sprawling backwards, but I kept my feet. The man who fired the shots ran to me, ready to finish the job he'd been selected to carry out, and took aim again. His face was so familiar but for some reason I can not place who is was. As he was about to fire, I looked at him and I said, "Please do not shoot again, I want to feel what death feels like. I have to know." The man, for reasons unknown to me, granted my wish, and left me alone. I remember stumbling out of the front doors and looking up to the sky, not remembering a time I had seen it so bright, or felt the air so fresh against my face. I sat down on some steps, and laid back, I could feel the pain slipping away with the remaining life, but I was not scared. I distinctly remember feeling absolutely no fear, just a calm that spread through my body like warmth. As darkness began to wrap me, my Mom came from out of nowhere to sit with me while I slipped away. I smiled at her and told her to not be afraid. I remember dying. I remember leaving my body and looking down on it. Then, when I was thinking it was over, and the dream would end, something snapped me out of my flatline, and I woke up, sitting straight up in an ambulance, screaming down the road. The sounds of the siren gently melted into a telephone ringing, the telephone in my real house outside the dream world. Before I woke, I looked into my Mom's face, and smiled.

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Saturday, March 29, 2003 Spring Break I was watching MTV today, after a two week hiadus from it due to the war, and they are currently running their Spring Break 2003 programming. At any rate, watching this, makes me wonder why I ever watched it in the first place, and I find it very odd that a War, and all the coverage of it, was what made me snap to my senses. Today the shows ranged from "Mystery Celeb Date" to "Spring Break Undercover" where they film 3 ladies, and 3 guys as they party in Miami...how completely moronic is all this? The second show just filmed these people going around, kissing unattractive people on the dance floor, and puking in garbage cans. How exciting. Anyways, I have decided that even after the war is over and Saddam is dead, I will continue to keep my TV on Fox News, and my usual rotation between the Food Network, The Learning Channel, The History Channel, Animal Planet, and Discovery. End of story. My insane dream the other night(previous post) stuck with me all day yesterday, and tonight I was hoping I'd follow that dream up with another crazy dream...did I ever. Last night, I dreamed that my home town of Helena was under attack and the center of enemy bombing and infiltration by secret assassins. In my dream, I was some sort of religious leader, and the local Civic Center in my town(which, ironically enough is actually a mosque built by the Shriners) was where we had a giant bomb shelter, and where I would conduct services throughout the war time that our city was suffering. Anyways, in this dream, bombers were flying overhead, and the deep rumble of their engines shook the Civic Center to its core, its inhabitants with it. As we all scrambled for the shelter, a large mass of assassins ran in through the door, searching for men in power among our group to single out and kill. I saw two of my friends fall while I was trying to usher 25 or 30 women and children into the basement, and as I turned to find these men rushing around, I felt two bullets strike my chest. The impact alone sent me sprawling backwards, but I kept my feet. The man who fired the shots ran to me, ready to finish the job he'd been selected to carry out, and took aim again. His face was so familiar but for some reason I can not place who is was. As he was about to fire, I looked at him and I said, "Please do not shoot again, I want to feel what death feels like. I have to know." The man, for reasons unknown to me, granted my wish, and left me alone. I remember stumbling out of the front doors and looking up to the sky, not remembering a time I had seen it so bright, or felt the air so fresh against my face. I sat down on some steps, and laid back, I could feel the pain slipping away with the remaining life, but I was not scared. I distinctly remember feeling absolutely no fear, just a calm that spread through my body like warmth. As darkness began to wrap me, my Mom came from out of nowhere to sit with me while I slipped away. I smiled at her and told her to not be afraid. I remember dying. I remember leaving my body and looking down on it. Then, when I was thinking it was over, and the dream would end, something snapped me out of my flatline, and I woke up, sitting straight up in an ambulance, screaming down the road. The sounds of the siren gently melted into a telephone ringing, the telephone in my real house outside the dream world. Before I woke, I looked into my Mom's face, and smiled. eloquently said by \| 3:06 PM \| \| \|	Tyler Knott Productions Tyler Knott Photography Vimeo Tumblr Twitter Clutch Del.icio.us MySpace Last.fm LinkedIn Resumé Atom Feed Twitters follow me on Twitter Horizon Expanders McGraw Donovan Dave Morin Flickr Blog Jaymie Keller Kevin Casey Nate Warner Rachel Hoffenberg Sarah Joelle Sarah Joelle's Music My Photography Past Downpours September 2008 August 2008 July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 Copyright This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.