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| This is an actual email correspondence between two doctors: Hospital: Please be advised we have been notified that <<bleep>> passed away last Wednesday, 3/07/07. My boss: DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER? Another doctor: She was your patient. And, I have heard she died last Thursday. My boss: This is why I am asking. She had been in the hospital and then transferred for rehab. Other doctor: I don't know what happened to her. My boss: I am trying to find out from <<bleep>> Hospital. Would you be able to meet with me and Farhat today at noon ? Other doctor: I ordered lunch with the dialysis staff for noon. How about later? | | |
| Random Karla thought:
"Pi ... zza ... ?"
- walking to the station this morning unusually hungry and perhaps hallucinating People I see everyday on the train and bus
Jolly conductor:
Cheerily greets everyone "Good morning!" after exiting the little room for the conductor in the first train car. Looks like a young Santa Claus. Would make an excellent character in a children's story. But perhaps that's already been done with The Polar Express. Knitting Lady:
Sits in the same seat in the first train car everyday. Always knitting. Currently knitting what seems to be a beautiful light blue scarf? Keeps knitting materials in a neat ziplock bag. A very motherly type character. Wig Lady:
Very old woman, mid 60's perhaps. Black,short tousled (in a non-sexy way), disheveled hair ... or wig. Impossible to tell without getting arrested. Wears huge squarish glasses and always scrunches her nose to keep them up. Takes the 60 or 157 bus to Dearborn. Old Man:
Not as old as Wig Lady. Wears an old mannish hat, newsboy cap style. White & grey hair with a white & grey mustache. Also wears huge glasses. Also takes the 60 or 157 to Dearborn. Cheerful Big Woman:
Pleasant-looking, rather large African-American woman. Gets on the 157 sometime between Randolph and Ohio going northbound. Gets off at Fairbanks and Ontario. Small eyes, but wears large glasses. Heartwarming smile. Very friendly. Cross-eyed Man:
Business man. Big goofy ears and one lazy eye. Many bags under the eyes. Has a friendly smile. Gets on the 157 near South Water stop and gets off at Fairbanks and Ontario. | | |
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---------- Zombie Ghosts On Campus ----------
I was back at Texas Tech for some kind of night event. Thousands of students were crowded in front on the steps of the UC entrance facing University Ave. There were many more steps however, and the UC looked like an luxurious cathedral or church. Through the windows I saw the floors lined with red velvet carpet and the space lit by grand chandeliers. I roamed the crowds with two other unidentifiable girls. There was a general feeling of happiness among the crowd as we passed through and saw people smiling, laughing, hugging, etc. Suddenly the feeling washed away, drained rather, and immediately the crowd's happiness turned to dread & fear. Students were randomly being attacked, by what we didn't know and couldn't even see. The attack itself wasn't violent, but what drained everyone's blood were the screams heard from those being attacked. After an attack, the student's body would just disappear. Those who were left moved up the steps closer to the church. We had figured the entities were coming from the street, and up on the steps with our backs to the church we would be able to see if anything was headed our way. But they were unescapable. I saw one as it attacked a student. Translucent and flowing, yet vicious. It attacked quickly, wasting no time, sinking its unhuman teeth into the victim.
The crowd's numbers dwindled down with each attack. One of the girls in my little group had already been taken. The street suddenly seemed deserted as the Lubbock winds swept through. We decided to head over to a side entrance of the church, facing the UC parking lot. This side of the church had 3 separate pairs of doors. One led to the lit, carpeted area of the church that could be seen from the other entrance. Another led up a set of stairs and was pitch black except for the few steps near the door. The last pair led to another lit area, but to a different part of the church. Everyone crowded into the first set of doors. My friend and I stood outside as we looked at all three pairs of doors. Going through the first meant squeezing through the crowd, but ensured safety in numbers. The second possibly meant shelter, possibly doom. The third guaranteed safety, but only as far as providing a shelter. We chose the first pair of doors. Although we were all huddled together, the air still felt cold. Minutes passed in complete silence, when everyone heard a small, mysterious sound from behind us. We all panicked, looking around for what could have possibly made the sound, but found nothing. My friend was so disturbed by the sound that she ran outside. As soon as she stepped outside, one of the entities caught hold of her. She tripped and we heard her scream until she reached the very bottom step.
All of a sudden, I was completely alone. The crowd completely disappeared and I no longer felt safe, even inside the church. I stepped outside and immediately felt a presence behind me. I took off running. Down the sidewalk towards Knapp Hall, then down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Then I stopped. Not because I was tired, but because I saw my friend Josh happily skipping down the sidewalk across the street, and for a moment I forgot that I was being hunted.
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| I ... dream ... aaggaaiinn!!
------------------- Storms -------------------
1st part:
It was a bright, late spring early summer day and I was at some hotel
resort with friends. I looked up at the sky and automatically knew that
a bad storm was approaching. I went to look for two of my friends, one
faceless unidentifiable Asian guy, and a girl named Lisa (not my
cousin). Clouds quickly covered the sky as I ran around looking for
them. Nearly in a panic, I found them at the swimming pool yelling for
them to get out. As they were drying off, I looked to the right and
thought, "We might be too late." A massive wall of water, at least 500
feet high and half a mile wide, loomed far in the distance, perhaps a
mile away. We left the pool area and found crowds of people moving away
from the approaching wave. Because we were all headed in the same
direction, the crowd bottlenecked into this pathway gated on one side
by metal fencing. In our panic & hurry, we hadn't realized that the
wave had caught up to us. There was a collective silence and everyone
stopped, turned right, and saw that it was too late to escape the wave.
The first wave hit, and surprisingly, I had overestimated its force. I
closed my eyes tight, held my breath and hung on to the fencing. The
wave passed, and for a moment everyone was relieved, until, almost in a
trance, I stared at the next upcoming wave, moving even faster than the
first. Again, I closed my eyes, held my breath and clung to the fence
and again it felt like the wave passed right through me. A series of
waves rolled through, but the height and force of each successive wave
diminished until there were no more waves. When I realized this, I
decided I would look for my friends. I saw them in the line of people
ahead of me and tried to catch up to them, but they walked down a set
of stairs and were momentarily lost from my sight.
2nd part:
I followed the pathway to a dimly lit stairway. Going down the stairs I
came to somewhat of a central point in the extensive tunneling system
that existed underground. Everything here was a grimy, dingy green
color. Different tunnel routes radiated outward from this central
point. I barely saw my friends running through one tunnel and I
followed them through the underground maze until I came to another
central point and lost them. Standing against a wall was a bum and in
the middle of the area was an Indian guy around my age. I first asked
the bum if he saw a girl run by, but he didn't seem to be paying much
attention. The Indian guy heard me and told me he knows which way she
went. He took my hand and we ran down a tunnel that was more brightly
lit than the others. After a bit of running, we realized we had lost
their trail. We stopped to rest at another random central point. I
leaned against a wall, trying to catch my breath when the Indian guy
slowly walked over, lifted my head and kissed me.
3rd part:
Tita Lei, Lisa (my cousin) were at the house in Westmont. It was eerily
dark outside, and the winds blew furiously. A storm was approaching
fast. Although we were inside the house I was worried. I could hear
things that had been blown away slam against the sides of the house.
Tita Lei reassured us that we would be just fine indoors. I looked
outside the window across the street and saw an elderly woman in her
raincoat trying to retrieve the mail. She could barely hang on to the
mailbox as she tried to make her way back inside of her house. I
contemplated going outside to help her but the wind grew more violent
and the rain poured down like bullets. Lisa and I both stared at the
old woman, hoping she got back to her house safely when the lights
flickered and the house trembled. There was one loud crash of thunder
& lightning, then the lights went out.
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