It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the horrible agony of boredom in the summertime. Fortunately I got a call on Sunday evening from Robert’s parents for an invitation to go ride over to the lake and stay a couple of days. I accepted, knowing fully well that I would have nothing else that I had to do that couple of days (besides play Grand Theft Auto, which is fun but very, very…uh, evil in ways). I was to be picked up on a sunny Monday morning and carried off into the wilderness. Unfortunately it was not sunny. It was a deep dark cloudy day when we arrived at the cabins on Deer Lake, the rain was falling at a misty, gentle pace.

Well, rainy day, no sun, time for video games! We strike out the GameCube and stash in the Super Smash Bros. Melee. Needless to say, I was the reigning superior of that game during our entire stay. Robert only beat me twice (or possibly three times) for the 40+ games that we played. But if that was all we did, it would have been boring. Unfortunately, that was pretty much all we did.

Of course, we did go out on the boat a couple of times as well, Robert drove and hit some power waves making the boat go airborne. Then he gave me the wheel and I let loose. Not only did we hit power waves, but after going airborne about five feet, we landed with a thud. A couple of bones in my back cracked, but nothing serious, so we continued on. Then I decided to hit the waves sideways, so I wouldn’t go through them, but rather “with” them. This is accomplished by riding to the waves and then turning sharply right before you hit them, so you’re coming into them sideways. Needless to say, it put the boat at a good forty-five+ degree angle before we hit the waves, and a sixty-five+ afterwards, a bit more power into the waves and we might have tipped over – I’m not sure about it, so I’ll try it a bit later when I return, k Robby?

Other events included watching MST3K episodes and overusing internet abbreviations to the point of annoyance, but only by one person, ahem – zOMG. Well, it could have been worse, since last year it was LOL, over and over and over. And the knock-knock jokes were overwhelmingly “AHH I’M GONNA BASH YOUR HEAD IN WITH A BASEBALL BAT IF YOU SAY ONE MORE KNOCK-KNOCK LINE!!!” Yeah.

Another event was the walking of 3.5 miles to the candy shop when it was only .25 miles away. Robert’s mom had made us walk the distance before we could enter the sweets parlor and we did, I being the only one that was really not objecting to it. Considering that there was only one other person with me, who came chalk-full of knock knock jokes, I really wanted to run those 3.5 miles. Unfortunately, I was (and still am) terribly out of shape with Track having ended more than a month ago, so I had to walk along side of the unidentified mysterious person and hear the zOMG and knock-knock jokes. It wasn’t really all that bad until a stupid dog started following us. Robert decided to try to lure the dog into the lake by throwing rocks into it and seeing if the dog would go after them. It worked, but the dog always came back. Then I had the bright idea of having the dog go away by simply telling it to go away – directly. It works for humans (mostly), so why not on dogs? And it worked, as the dog dropped its tail and ran off for home. We finally reached the candy shop, bought the candy, and headed back for camp where we gobbled down the goodies while I kept on beating Robert in Super Smash Bros.

On the first night, I had a very mysterious dream, maybe it was from the candy that I had eaten, or something else, but it was just wired. I had a dream about the place I was in before that night, it was in a hotel with red carpeting and goldish railing. The first time I dreamt about this place, I was exploring the premises and entered a room – which I believe was my room. Somehow, I ended up being chased by the cops to the top of the building and having a shootout there. I won, headed down to the ground floor, and woke up. The second time I was in this place was in my dream on that night – same hotel, same color, same guy standing in the front of the hotel. I was first in one of the upper rooms (by upper, I mean floors, I think it was the 7th story since it was either room 705 or 750, I remember the rooms all had numbers on them). I was helping out Robert’s mom with a computer problem she was having – she asked me how to do a tab space thingy for multiple lines on the Word97 program she was using (I find it a bit odd that I remember the dream in these details). The document was like one for a test, there were numbers going down the page with questions right beside them and she wanted the numbers and questions to all have at least a “tab” of space in between them. I never ended up showing her or fixing the problem as I wandered off to another room on the same story. Some people were having a party in one of the rooms and I decided not to stop by and continue. Down the stairs I went until about the third or fourth floor I see an open door, and inside is a toddler looking at me with wide open eyes – blue as I remember them, and he was wearing overalls. His hair, although limited, was a lighter blondish color. I found the sight to be rather disturbing and I went down a couple of more flights of stairs till I reached the bottom. To my left was a coffee shop and I headed inside. There were two divisions in the shop, one was right when you entered, the main shop, which had a counter/bar (with no stools) having a greenish color and a big coffee brewery machine several feet behind it. In between was a lady who was making coffee and was walking around the area. The other division was the coffee drinking place, adorned with round tables and such, for “in the house” orders. Walking out of the second division, I saw a black man, almost like Torgo (from “Manos – The Hands of Fate”) looking at me. He lifted his arm and almost in a spasm-like motion, the arm shaked a couple of times. And then he grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. Of course, the lady attending the counter just had to turn away at that moment to go and brew some coffee so I was left defenseless. In a final attempt, I screamed out “Help” and woke up, waking up Robert as well. I found the edge of my sleeping bag had covered my throat, not enough to choke me or restrain my breathing in any way, but to put a slight pressure upon my throat just enough to let me feel a “choking” sensation. Ugh, it was weird. That’s all.

Today, I just got back to my house and am going to return to the cabins tomorrow for the 4th of July weekend celebration thing. Hopefully, I’ll survive a couple of more days of knock-knocks.