The sun is shining... The weather is sweet... Woke up with a headache... and nauseaus feet... (it was my stomache, but that doesn't work with the tune.) I don't know what it is with Good Friday that makes me wake up after strange dreams, but for some reason I always do. Last night I dreamt that one of my best friends died. The sad thing is that this wasn't the first time I've dreamt it. The mind works in mysterious ways - certainly since my friend is very much alive.
Maybe it's Jesus's idea of a joke - I suffered so you have to suffer too! Or maybe he just doesn't care and sits somewhere with Elvis, J.F.K., Martin Luther King Jr. and Marilyn Monroe and sigh over how terrible the world have been. "Have you been to Sweden lately? All those paper eggs... Not to mention all those chickens! That wasn't my message at all!" Not to mention Elvis's answer "All I wanted was to drive a truck and they forced me into a white pyjamas! I feel your pain, man".
The Power of Easter sure works in mysterious ways. Now - time to hunt some chickens!
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