January 10th, 2004



Still awake. Impressive. Now the people on the other side of the wall are being noisy... that "fight, fight, fight" chant is so original. blah.

Sleep now.


It was long. It felt like a video game (have to look at something to pick it up... predermined actions)...

Involved lots of things. Here are the phrases I remember:
grandma's cookies, flying on the wind with only a straw or piece of something, chasing, being chased, chapels, breweries, and of course.... I distinctly remember shooting the one character that claimed to be someone I knew in childhood, but there was something funny about him.... he'd had his memory whipped and was now working for the bad guys. I really need to stop shooting people in dreams...