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Thoughts and Dreams of Aaron Schmidt

This is the online journal of Aaron Schmidt where he records his thoughts (when they seem relevant) and his dreams (when he can remember them).

27 September 2003 Wedding dress

Major Breaking News: Aurélie has thrown away the support/frame (?) for the skirt/lower-half (?!) of her wedding dress!

Believe me, this is big.

This thing has spent the past 6 months in our bedroom, surviving repeated attempts by me to move/hide/burn it away.

21 September 2003 TV stand bargain

Aurélie came home late last night with a new television set.

So after three years I now have a TV again. And I quickly realized why I stopped watching it. See Charmed or Dawson's Creek.

But this time around it's not so bad. Since all the shows are in French I'm actually learning something even if the plotline revolves around a young Superman saving a vampire from his abusive step-parents.

So today, after Aurélie left for Rome, I went out to the lake and discovered a huge street market with hundreds of people selling a variety of odds and ends. Mostly useless.

Then I spotted the perfect TV stand/cabinet for our new TV. The gentleman asked for €45 and when I opened my wallet and saw exactly €35 I knew it was going to be a good day.

12 April 2003 Hussein in the Brain

Weird dream last night.

My face was artificially altered to resemble Saddam Hussein and I was sent to infiltrate the American base to free the real Hussein. Seems that disguising myself as Saddam would be the worst possible choice for the job but in the end things worked out okay.

So off I go... no trace of the ruthless dictator but I do run into my mother, who although scared at first, somehow notices that this Saddam is actually her son only disguised as Saddam and so (being a mother) immediately wonders what the hell I am doing and begins to chastise me, saying that all this is "silly". Of course, I don't want to have my mom involved so I flee the military installation through the sewers. Dream or not, the sewers are always your best escape route.

I return to the Iraqi compound where I find Mr. Hussein and his sons. New plan: I will guide Saddam and company to freedom disguised as a normal tourist, i.e. myself. But unfortunately the doctor who performed the original operation was killed by Saddam for burning his toast at breakfast. This really pisses me off and I get into a huge argument with Saddam questioning how he could be so fuckin' stupid?! Remember I still have Saddam's face on so really it's two Saddams arguing together the only differences being that his English isn't quite as good as mine and he has a bit more of a pot belly than me.

Now being a dictator, Mr. Hussein isn't quite used to having to argue, so he immediately loses control and jumps aboard a nearby farming tractor. His sons yell words of encouragement as he revs the engine and proceeds to advance upon my position.

It's then that I remember that one of the side effects of my operation was the ability to breath acid. I start to huff and puff and cough and sputter but no acid comes out. I then start to scream. But this is no scream of terror, more like I am trying to maintain an extremely high note that my voice is incapable of. The sound is dreadful and everyone stops, more or less in bewilderment as to what I am doing. (I'm sure it was quite the scene to see Saddam Hussein screaming like that in front of all his family and military staff.)

I don't remember too much after that but I do know that things went back to a friendly atmosphere and I think we started playing poker.

Weird eh?

aSa
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