Hello!

Hello! First of all, let me say that this post exists solely because charz2k is in dire need of some new content. Never content to rest on our laurels, I can assure you that the recent lapse is due to the exceedingly hectic lives led by each of the contributors, lives that are so enriched with non-writing-related activities that by the time any of us gets to a computer, we are so exhausted from being so extremely interesting and important that we instantly pass out only to wake up and be whisked away by some other amazing undertaking.

Instead of writing about any of that great stuff, though, I'm going to write about a dream I had (or the small part of it that I actually remember). So I was on vacation in the Cayman Islands. I'd never been to the Cayman Islands, neither in dream-land nor in real-life, so I was quite excited as you may surmise. The beginning of the part I remember has me in the plane, about to land. All of a sudden, when the plane is maybe a hundred feet from the runway, it just drops out of the sky, kind of bounces on the ground, and then a ladder is brought out an everyone deplanes. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED? Chill out dude, that's what happens on all flights to the Caribbean. The runways are too short for jetliners to land, so the jets have adapted to hover until they're about a hundred feet from the ground, and then just drop. Why could the jets just not hover all the way to the ground? In my dream I didn't think to ask. In fact, the only thing that crossed my mind is how much of a pain in the ass it must be for the rich folk who go to these Islands all the time and have to go through that shit.

Once on the ground, I looked around and there were like 10 planes all dropping out of the sky. For some reason, every plane was a Boeing 727, and they were all kind of beat up on the underside.

That's it. Oh, and I've been listening to some stuff by The Electric Pop Group lately. It's pretty good. Look them up yourself.