Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness

I am walking through some sort of shop that reminds me of a grocery store, but where I can buy thoughts and states of mind. I order a bunch of loving thoughts. They arrive in the aspect of people. My mind has limited space, and all my thoughts are in the aspect of people, standing up, filling the space of my mind. I rearrange my thoughts to fit as much love in my mind as possible. Wanting more, I begin to drill for more space in my mind. Some of the thought people criticize my efforts, while others support it. I am not really paying much attention to either side as I drill.

There is a manned, and an unmanned option. I choose the manned drilling method, where I have to go down in the hole, and sit behind the hydraulic drill as I operate it by hand. There are lights on the drilling equipment so I can see, but it's still really dark in the hole. Suddenly, I realize everything is about to collapse and crush me. Before being smushed, I transform my minds of Love into super tough clothing that covers every part of me.

The world then crushes in on me, and I feel a strong pressure, but no pain. I see a vision of being in a hallway, with the roof fallen and crushing me. Covering myself with Love seems to have been a good idea in this apocalypse scenario. But it is still the end, and even though I feel comfortable and relaxed, I cannot move, and my life force gradually drains from my consciousness.