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The Coming Cowboy Apocalypse (Stephen King and our O-Line)
Prologue
I am an optimist, widely known as such by family and friends. Lately however, I've felt haunted by dark dreams.
During the day I can dismiss my football nightmares. None of these recurring Stephen-King type visions will be fulfilled, I tell myself, and my Cowboys will make a run for a 2010 championship, perhaps culminating in a win in Dallas.
But at night I am at war against unsettling messages and dark images.
While Texas has been baking thus summer we in Anchorage Alaska have set an all-time record: 28 consecutive days of rain. In this cool, dreary time I've tried to get outside, undaunted, to enjoy my photographic hobby.
Here is a photo I shot last night, from Flattop mountain:
I have read where local natives view summer clouds as dreamcatchers. I try to dismiss it as crazy, but in the mist I see things. I see the same horrific images from my dreams. Fragments of the same nightmare. I close my eyes. I can't watch. It's a waking vision now and the words that come to mind when I'm forced to describe it: a Dallas Cowboys apocalypse.
My dreams began last March, when Jerry and the team were considering roster moves and the notion of releasing Flozell Adams. From thousands of miles away I saw Jones' north Texas home, and witnessed a cleaning lady airing out the basement at the Jones' estate. I saw that she was pretty, hard-working, but distracted. Not only did she fail to use the latch to lock the window. She left it wide open...
"Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.”
-Stephen King
Prologue
I am an optimist, widely known as such by family and friends. Lately however, I've felt haunted by dark dreams.
During the day I can dismiss my football nightmares. None of these recurring Stephen-King type visions will be fulfilled, I tell myself, and my Cowboys will make a run for a 2010 championship, perhaps culminating in a win in Dallas.
But at night I am at war against unsettling messages and dark images.
While Texas has been baking thus summer we in Anchorage Alaska have set an all-time record: 28 consecutive days of rain. In this cool, dreary time I've tried to get outside, undaunted, to enjoy my photographic hobby.
Here is a photo I shot last night, from Flattop mountain:
I have read where local natives view summer clouds as dreamcatchers. I try to dismiss it as crazy, but in the mist I see things. I see the same horrific images from my dreams. Fragments of the same nightmare. I close my eyes. I can't watch. It's a waking vision now and the words that come to mind when I'm forced to describe it: a Dallas Cowboys apocalypse.
My dreams began last March, when Jerry and the team were considering roster moves and the notion of releasing Flozell Adams. From thousands of miles away I saw Jones' north Texas home, and witnessed a cleaning lady airing out the basement at the Jones' estate. I saw that she was pretty, hard-working, but distracted. Not only did she fail to use the latch to lock the window. She left it wide open...
"Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.”
-Stephen King
