Last night I had the strangest dream. I was in my childhood home with my brother, only neither of us were children. Anyhow in this dream my brother and I were engaged in mortal kombat combat, in the living room of this old house, and somehow my brother was kicking my ass.
At one point in the dream, I tried to hit him with a roundhouse kick, but my brother was able to counter by swinging a jump rope and hitting my kicking leg with the handle. As he pummeled me I grabbed a wrapping paper tube (aka a huge toilet paper tube), and tried to defend myself, but was unsuccessful until Omar and Cedric of The Mars Volta appeared at my house and proceeded to attack my brother and I with Super Nintendo controllers.
Being attacked in our own home by The Mars Volta was more than we could bear, so my brother and I put aside our differences and teamed up to beat down The Mars Volta. It was like Double Dragon 2, only with a jump rope and a wrapping paper tube instead of “tire” and “box.” Having dispatched the Mars Volta, my brother and I proceeded to play some Super Mario World on the Super Nintendo.
I only mention this because when I woke up this morning, I figured something else must have been a dream. You see, last night before I went to sleep I checked my e-mail to find a message from a men’s magazine in Europe that was interested in having me write an article about Seoul. This morning, I figured that this too was a bizarre figment on my imagination, so I checked my mail again. Turns out someone really does want me to write an article, so I guess shortly I’ll be a published author…something to add to my resume. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a deadline to meet.
