Sounds weird enough to be worrying, I guess
. But look at this,
I am inserting a message I sent to a friend several months ago:
----------------------------------------------------------------
To: Rick ...
From: Dimiter Popoff <didi...
Subject: Nuclear Cooking...
Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 18:54:50 +0200
Hi Rick,
I was in the kitchen at a place similar to the one in the
appartment block where we lived a few years back. I had taken
a raw chicken, put it in a bucket on the floor, and added
a small, about 1 foot long/ 2 inches diameter black cylinder
shaped nuclear bomb. Then I carefully sealed the bucket with
aluminium foil and went in hiding downstairs in the kitchen of
the neighbour below us. I was somehow worried someone might
enter our kitchen too early but there was nothing to do about
it. Before I knew the nuclear bomb went off, everything was
normal apart from some rod shaped like the bomb I had put
punched a hole in the concrete and fell next to me; I wondered
what it was, it could not be the bomb which just went off after
all, but abandoned it and went upstairs. As I entered the
kitchen, everything was in normal order, and Lucy had prepared
some really tasty looking rolls from the chicken meat; she was
very satisfied with the quality of my stripping work. She
showed me a legbone from the chicken to demonstrate how
well the meat had been stripped; the bone was about 1 or 2 ft
long, though.... This is where I woke up. One of the weirdest
dreams I have had, I began to laugh as soon as I woke up.
Perhaps from just a weirdo I am becoming a complete whacko,
I don't know
(and I hope I picked the right words
.
