The only bit I can remember from last night's dream was fairly short compared to the rest of the dream.

I dreamed that I was in an auditorium. I don't know if it was a high school or a university auditorium. I was sitting pretty much in the center surrounded by other students. The place was packed; every seat filled. I don't think I knew anyone near me.

Apparently the reason we were in the auditorium was for a Goo Goo Dolls concert. I could hear the bland playing a song. I can't remember the song right now but ill try to look it up later. The problem though was that even though the band had already started playing, the curtain was still down. On the front of the curtain was some sort of flexible big screen. With the curtain down and the band playing people started getting mad, yelling at the stage. Even I started yelling for them to at least turn on the big screen so we could see something.

There was more I'm sure but this is all I remember.

KeepOnTrucking

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Last night I had an odd dream about a rice cooker.

I was outside on a sidewalk. The location was a cross between the Woodhaven Pathmark parking lot and an on ramp to the Prospect Expressway/ Brooklyn Queens Expressway.

There were people all around walking hurriedly to their destinations. It was a very busy sidewalk. In my hands I held the cooking pot to an electric rice cooker. I'm not sure why or how I was able to do so, but I managed to get about 3 to 4 scoops/cups of rice in the pot. I also had a water source available. I think it was a garden hose. While trying to stand on this busy sidewalk, I proceeded to wash the rice. To those who don't know, the action of washing rice consists of adding a good amount of water to the rice pot, stirring it to let the starches/white cloudy stuff float to the top, and then pouring out the white water(Repeat 3 to 4 times or as long as desired). The problem I kept having though, was every time I went to pour out the water I would lose a good amount of rice. I believe I was pouring out into a sewer grate. With every wash the amount of rice would shrink down; almost to the point where I had about one cup of rice left in the pot. I remembering being very upset that I kept losing rice. But what could I do? No matter how much I tried not to lose rice, it wouldn't work. For some reason, while I was washing the rice I also added Soy Sauce to the pot.

When I was finally fed up with losing rice I decided to head into Pathmark to see if I could find something there to help me out. When I was around midway crossing the street, I woke up.

Weird. I wonder if washing rice is a common Asian dream.

KOT

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When I was in college, one of my Marketing professors gave me a list of books to read sometime in my lifetime. I lost this list sometime after college, but after digging up my Professor’s email address I asked him for the list again. Here it is below. As of today I have read 0 of these books.

Uncle Patrick’s Official Expand-Your-Mind Reading List

1. Benjamin Franklin, “The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin”
2. Plato, “The Apology of Socrates”
3. Frederick Douglas, “The Life and Times of Frederick Douglas”
4. Albert Einstein, “Ideas and Opinions”
5. Albert Einstein and Sigmund Freud, “Why War?”
6. Confucius, “The Analects”
7. Booker T. Washington, “Up From Slavery”
8. Mohandas Gandhi, “The Story of My Experiment With Truth” (His
autobiography)
9. Mohandas Gandhi, “Gandhi on Non-Violence”
10. HG Wells, “The Outline of History” (read the interesting last
chapter)
11. R. Buckminster Fuller, “Critical Path”
12. The Dalai Lama, “The Art of Happiness”

Currently, the list contains the following, while other titles have come and gone.

15. James Lovelock, “Gaia: A new look at life on Earth”
16. Rachel Carson, “Silent Spring”

Keep safe,
Patrick Bishop

So I finally Finished Patient Zero by Jonathan Maberry and I am so glad I bought it.

It’s funny how I came across this book too. Andrea and I were at Barnes and Noble one night and we were just going around looking at the genre tables. That’s when I came up with a fun game. “Find books we think the other person would enjoy”. And because I know how much Andrea enjoys bio-warfare / virus outbreak types of books, when I saw the title “Patient Zero” I thought that it would absolutely be the book for her. Of course when I picked it up and read the back cover to discover that it was a Zombie novel I realized that this was more my type of book. A few weeks later I finally gave in and bought it on Amazon.

Patient Zero, is probably one of my favorite takes on the Zombie genre, next to the Monster Trilogy by David Wellington. Unlike Monster Trilogy which uses a more paranormal ancient mystical origin, Patient Zero uses Terrorist Bio-warfare. A take on the zombie genre much different from the “gates of hell zombies just kinda happen” version of books. Patient Zero was much more reminiscent of Richard Preston’s Cobra Event and Hot Zone that dealt with engineered viruses created to terrorize the world; only without the science and history lesson chapters.

From beginning to end, the book had me anxious and fiending for more. There were a few items in the book that I wished were a little bit more obscure and mysterious rather than blatantly obvious, but they didn’t take too much away from the experience. Fight scenes and climaxes where done very well, so much so that my testosterone levels had me grunting in approval after every neck snap and bone crunch.

Although I love reading books like this, I think if this were ever to get picked up to be translated into a movie, it would be easily become one of the top zombie movies ever created.

Let me know if you want to borrow it.

Later.

For several days now I have been having a hard time remembering my dreams. I think it may because I have been depriving myself of long periods of sleep. I think most of the week I’ve had an average of 5 to 6 hour nights. Though I think thats what I’ve always done. Maybe I only remember my dreams on the weekend when I can pass out for a good 10 to 12 hour sleeping marathon.

Perhaps thats why my dreams tend to be very odd. Sleep deprivation leads to an explosion of backed up subconsious thought. Hmmmm do I have a backed up subconsious? Is that even possible?