quasify

I woke up at 4am this morning to take my parents to Logan for their flight to New Orleans. After getting rid of them I found myself too delirious to think straight so figured to crash a bit longer before work. I lay down and dropped straight into this extended hardcore visceral hallucination of being sucked under a tsunami in some filthy urban harbor where I was trying to avoid the illegal and illicit behavior of my friends. The dream (which was highly disturbing with the ugly particulars I am leaving out) bore more than passing resemblance to dream scenario #2 which had been shared with me the day prior, in which I broke into an industrial refrigerator at an unnamed telecommunications giant and stole some lobsters before escaping by swimming in a pit of dirty water. Apparently, escape occurred without apprehension. Also apparently, I have unresolved issues.

All of this provides me with an overly roundabout and too revealing way of letting me feature a particular VOTD which Echoplanar showed at Coolidge open screen last year. So, without further ado, I Put a Fu Kung You.