Daniel Aegan

No one is going to push you out the door. The police might, but that’s a different point for a different post. I’m just saying that your life is waiting for you, figuratively or otherwise.

I have no real point to make today.

I had a dream last night. In this dream, a giant robot was destroying New Haven, kicking the ever-living shit out of it. Everyone ran away at first, but then something changed.

People started living their lives again, even though nobody was dealing with the giant fucking robot that liked to kick and smash and kill. They rebuilt around it, only leaving when it got too close.

And in the end, it was the robot who wanted to talk to us. Actually, it wanted to talk to Captain America, but he was busy working with Habitat for Humanity, building a house with Black Widow.

It was a weird dream. Spider-Man was around too.

Ignoring the Marvel characters that seeped into my dream, I think it’s odd how the people tried to live their lives and act like the robot wasn’t a problem until it was just about to crush them and their homes. That’s how a lot of us live, myself included. Our problems can be ignored until they can’t. Then we just run away, rebuild, and start over. Meanwhile, the robot is still kicking over buildings and scaring Spider-Man.

OK… Spider-Man wasn’t scared. What’s he going to do anyway? He was just trying to get the people away before they were crushed under a big metal boot!

My point (if there is one) is that we shouldn’t run from our giant robots. We should be like Captain America and face it, try to reason with it, try to find out why it wants to wreck shit.

Maybe not. I don’t know. It was just a weird dream. Stop looking for lessons and morals here. All I got is weird shit and no poop-scoop.

That is all… Carry on.

-Daniel Aegan

4/22/19

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