no dna ;)

He found himself on a white beach, surrounded by turquoise sea and palms. He turned around drinking in the sights, waiting for her to appear. It really looked like they were stranded on a Caribbean isle, somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Surprising which things Stella liked for spending her dreams with.
“Hi, Dwane. Also here again?” Dwane swiveled around to see her standing before him, wearing a beautiful light blue bikini. She was smiling in a friendly way.
“You do remember me, Stella?” Dwane was amazed she still knew him.
“Of course I do. These eyes of yours are really too unusual to forget them. As it is, I’ve never seen such a shade as yours have.” She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I think we were interrupted the last time we talked. As far as I recall it was when I asked you how you knew my name… and how I could be able to help you, wasn’t it?”
“Um, yes, that was as far as we got. Well, how do I know your name? ...Does it really matter to you how I do?”
“Okay, you got me. Actually I don’t, you’re right. I guess, as this is a dream, and you are part of it, it isn’t that important, anyway, don’t you agree? It’s just funny that I’m dreaming of you so often.” She turned a little. “I think I’d like a coconut now. Want one, too?” Before Dwane could blink, she had a coconut with a straw in her hands, which she used to drink a little of the milk.
“No, thank you. To your other question, how could you help me?” He waited until he had her attention again. “I don’t know how I came in this state, and I must say, sorry as I might be, I can’t tell you how you can help me.”
“So you are telling me that I can help you, but not how? This is really a strange dream, even for my standards. Why can’t I simply dream about lying in a hammock on this beach, sipping some drink and being spoiled by some Adonis?”
Their surroundings started to blur. Dwane sensed she was about to wake, knowing he had to talk fast now. “Stella, this isn’t a dream. I am real, please, believe me, and I really do need your help!”
While she was staring at him, puzzled, the beach and everything else around them began to dissolve.
“But who are you, then?”
“I’m Dwane. Watch out when you’re awake, and you’ll find me. Pay attention to your sensations, Stella!“ He managed to cry out before he was forced to leave her dream.

and on...

Dwane was abruptly startled from sleep when Stella switched on her TV. He felt confused and disorientated, almost started to panic, until he remembered where he was, and what he wanted to do. He watched her zap through the channels, never staying on one of them longer than half a minute, then finally switch it off again. He waited patiently while she said goodnight to her dog and went to have a shower. He sensed how much she enjoyed the hot water pouring over her. I haven’t had a shower since my last normal day. Funny, I’m not dirty nor smelling like anything. Perhaps it’s a side effect of this existence, whatever it is. However, I miss my life, the normality. I miss it all so terribly.
He decided to let her fall asleep until he would try to establish another contact with her, as he still wanted to avoid scaring her at all costs.
About two hours later, he followed the path into her sleeping room, finding her already deep in her dreams. He went to her side of the bed and crouched down beside her. Like the last time he had seen her like this, she slept with her hand tucked under her cheek.
Like the last time, he reached out to touch her face, her hair, gently stroking the smooth blond strands with his fingertips while he dived into her dreams.

...

well, today's nothing new here. sorry, wasn't really inspired enough. there'll be more the next time!

what do you know?

luck is a cow and searches its fellows.
wow, great how much that fits on life. or, another one: luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
it's such a pity that luck is that unfair distributed. some people who don't need any have way too much, whereas others who'd really need a bit of luck, get nothing.
but occasionally, the cow gets confused and doesn't know its fellows anymore. that's the time for all the ones who think they deserve a piece of the cake to grab their chance. no time for thinking about it, you just have to do it and see what'll come out. dependent on however slow the cow is, the more success you'll have.
so guys, let's drug the cow! put it under!!!

chapter 5

Having worked for almost nine hours nonstop, Stella was relieved to finish with a last sentence for that day and shut off her laptop. She really was looking forward to watching TV for a little while, just to relax a bit before calling it quits and going to bed. Making herself comfortable in her favorite chair, she watched a news reporter relating some minor incident in a company, then started zapping through her channels. Five minutes later, she sighed and switched it off again, finding the trash being sent on every single one of her channels simply nerve racking. Shaking her head, she went to where her dog lay, fast asleep. Kneeling down soundlessly next to Sian, she reached out to softly stroke a hand over her fur, rousing her dog from the deep slumber she had been in.
“Hi there. Do you want to stay here, or listen to me snoring half the night again?”
Sian only yawned and turned to her other side, baring her belly to Stella’s caressing hand, sighing deeply and pinching her eyes closed.
“Okay, stay here. You’ll be quite comfortable on your carpet, anyway. Just having a shower and I’ll be off, too. Till tomorrow, then.” After one last, affectionate pat on Sian’s head, Stella went into her bathroom. Enjoying a long, hot shower, she almost couldn’t bring herself to turn off the water and dry off. Oddly enough, this just made her more tired than she had been before. While pulling her favorite sleep shirt over her head, she walked into the darkness of her sleeping room, on the way to her bed stretching and doing a good imitation of Sian’s yawn. She fell asleep so fast she barely had time to pull her blanket up to her chin, the way she used to every night.

and on

Suddenly, quite a time later, a loud sound made Stella look up from the text she was typing, then around, at her dog that had started snoring noisily, its limbs twitching and jerking. Dwane looked, too, catching up Stella’s emotions, even before she smiled at her sleeping canine. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, leaning back in her chair and yawning widely. Dwane glanced at his watch, which had, just his luck, stopped some time ago. Did it really matter that it had? Besides, did it even function in this form of existence, whatever it was? Looking out of the window, he saw it was just becoming a little darker, so he could assume it was about six p.m. Curling up on Stella’s sofa, he returned to watching her continuing with her work while listening to her canine’s sound sleep. The constant, soothing sound of Stella typing and her dog breathing made him feel drowsy at first, then, without him noticing, he slipped off to sleep himself.

just wondering...

you ever had the misfortune to know people who had an opinion to everyone and every damned little thing? no? oh, man, are you lucky ones, then, i envy you!
the question is, why do those people always think that anyone wants to hear what they think? and why do they expect that, when they declare their opinion, everyone is bound to agree with it? is it cause they think they're that important? do they think crying out their opinion about really important things like, as it is in my case, a good, friendly and sympathic religion teacher they absolutely can't stand, can change any damn thing?
i do not say 'you have to deal with all the shit that comes', absolutely not, but i think you have to make the best out of the things you can't change, and perhaps save someone your complaints, especially if you use to complain about the same teacher six fucking times a day.
my sanity would express its gratitude!