I can’t fix a car, But I can fix a flat. I can fix a lot of things, But I’d rather not get into that. So I just had a nap … just sort of conked out on the couch there and snoozed two hours of my life away. At least I don’t work on Fridays anymore, but it is too late for me to go to any respectable pharmacy (not over-pricey) and get my new prescription filled since I have to leave for work in an hour. Anyway – I had a dream – a dream that I am going to tell you all, even though A LOT has happened since the last dream I posted here … but until I feel like typing those out and posting them, just know that a lot has happened and now things seem to be back to how they were before … just … I’m not a dark one, is all. Anyway, it was an interesting dream, and it just happened, so I thought it might be worth mentioning. I was a stowaway on a rather large ship. I don’t remember where I was going, but I do remember a storm at night was when I came onboard. There was a black Labrador Retriever with me and … a woman with, a beautiful auburn-haired woman who ate people … yes. She ate them. I never watched, but I helped her by luring them back to our room. How did I do this? She made me drug them, promise them sex. They would strip and then fall unconscious on the bed. She would later take them … and do whatever. Since we were stowaways, we couldn’t afford meals. I assumed that was what she was doing, ridding the ship of the filth that dwelled upon it while feeding herself. There was actually one free meal a day – and it was lunch. Seeing as how I didn’t really like to eat people, that would be what I would leave the room to eat. The rest of the day was spent sleeping, so I wouldn’t feel hungry. When I went out on a “hunt” for the woman I was with, each time there was a man there who would catch a glimpse of me. He was very tall and thin, had darker skin, prominent cheekbones – dark-brown hair, brown eyes … now that I’m awake, I can say that he kind of reminded me of Johnny Depp with the way his face was set. His hair was short, though, like Victorian-era crop or something. He looked very gentlemanly, but Bohemian. He wore a suit, too … with a burgundy tie. I wore a suit – a black one, with a white shirt – under this huge black coat. One lunch period, before I eat, I start to scope out the crowd for potential meals of the cannibalistic woman – but I see that man, and an image flashes into my mind of him, naked, between the sheets, and the woman looming over him … and even though I didn’t know him, I didn’t really want him to get that fate – because even through silent glances to each other, it was like we knew one another. But the next thing I know, the woman is choosing him. And then he talks to me, while I’m trying to occupy my mind with something else. He says, “I only see you this time of day. How come I don’t see you at dinner?” And I whisper back, “can’t afford it” while trying to avert my eyes from him. “Stowaway.” I just nodded at him - I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I was smiling at the attention he was giving me. I liked him - not in a romantic sense, but I did like him. He was very friendly and kind. Then the next thing I know, he’s been drugged and some women are pulling him into a back room. I find him being stripped by them and wave my hand, they fly against the wall and are dead. I take off my coat and wrap it around him, puke him up and carry him back to my room ... and place his naked body beneath the covers. The auburn-haired woman comes in then, says “Ooo, he looks tasty. Is he for you?” I just nod at her as she pats my shoulders before leaving for her meal, and I start looking for him some clothes. He’s taller, longer than I ma, but my clothes are too big for me anyway. I’m humming as I’m folding and setting the clothes out for him. And suddenly, I hear him move ... and I look, and the dog, the beautiful black labrador retriever, climbs onto the bed and under the covers with him. She rests her head next to his and it just looks so peaceful. He looks at me, she looks at me ... and I can tell he’s still a little drugged. I say, “She looks like you.” Perhaps I confused him, because he gave me a look ... so I started again, quietly as I am always quiet, “Not ... saying you look like a dog ... just that you have ... soulful eyes ... is all.” He asked me who I was, and I very simply said “Larc.” And he looked at me as though a light had come on in his mind, a realization ... And then I woke up. No ... nothing much happened ... I just felt like typing it out. Maybe, eventually, I will get around to typing out the important dreams I’d had ... but right now. Eh. I’m fine.