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crazy dream time again ...

so i think when i get around twelve hours of sleep (=P) i have very weird dreams. maybe it's also 'cuz i'm sorta sick. anyhoo ... i think yesterday was some sort of continuation of some other dream ... but apparently in an earlier dream (or maybe it was just earlier in my yesterday's dream) i killed a man in self defense. i vaguely remember that, but not quite ... anyway ... so apparently i was in this weird berkeley-esque world. all of a sudden i get a call from mrs. louie, vir's mom, and she tells me that she's the one who's going to have to execute me for killing the man. i protest that it was all in self-defense, but no one in the world seems to care. anyway, she says i have like four days before she has to shoot me in the head ... so i wander around this berkeley-esque world in my red sportscar ... i park on some university-like street and visit some weird apartment where apparently some girls from aacf live. i tell them that i'm going to die soon when i hear my phone ring. it's steve. i begin to break down and cry as i tell steve that i killed a man in self-defense and now i was going to be executed. he basically says, "that's life" and i leave the apartment to find my car ... only when i reach the street where my car was parked, my car is no longer there. frantically i run around all over the place ... finally i realize that a truck has somehow parked ON TOP of my car ... (my car was small, the truck was big) ... and i knew someone did that so they could steal my car later. (the car wasn't crushed by the truck ... it fit underneath. don't ask; it was a dream. =P) anyway ... i try to tip the truck over, and almost succeed ... but then i decide to call the police ... except i don't have very much pull with them because i'm going to be executed in a few days. =[

there was more stuff, but i woke up not long after that. haha. =P

super-freak extraordinaire.
-bj
posted by Bryan at 11:34 AM