Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

[Cacophony]

I'm in a room with Donald - someone is letting us stay there. It's a relatively nice room with a huge bed and everything is plush and cozy. There's a sliding glass door that I exit out of and go stand on a covered patio that is in the middle of the house. I hear some people crying out with french accents to let them out of a room they are trapped in. For some reason I decide not to help them. I open a random door which leads me back to the room Donald is in. A pastor of some sort lives at the house and wants us to go to his sermon. Apparently I'm related to him. We get to his sermon and there's a huge stage divided in two - on the left there's a huge banner that says good, the right one that says evil. Beneath a giant curtain are two small holes that look like you can climb into them from under the signs. For some reason I think it's a good idea to climb beneath a table. There's another girl there along with a bunch of cats. I notice one cat seems to have my ID card in its mouth and I go to take it out. "No," the girl shouts. "What? The cat has my ID," I reply. "The cat has severed it's tongue with your ID," she cried out at me, her eyes wild. I carry the cat over to the pastor dude and try to get some answers. He removes my ID from its mouth and hands it to me. Then he walks slowly to the stage holding the cat and pushes it down the hole beneath the "Evil" sign. Next, we have to all go pick a hole to climb into. I pick "Good" and enter the hole. I'm on a giant roller coaster except it's more like a slide. It's definitely more like a roller coaster than a slide, but it lacks seats and instead really is a giant slide. It was blue. I fell off at the top of one of the really huge mounds and gently drifted to the ground. Everyone who had been in the sermon thing was all standing around. It appeared we needed to find a place for all of us to sleep for the night. We found a huge room filled with beds. I picked out the crappiest bed there and got the crappiest blanket. For some reason I was in a really bad mood. I remember thinking, "fuck my life," and then a little later when a gay guy approached me I simply said, "not right now, my life is hell." They were serving chicken and kept bugging me to eat some food. I kept trying to explain that I'm a vegetarian. I decided to leave and find some food for myself because I was very hungry. I ended up in some 24 hour dingy Thai resteraunt. There were humming neon signs everywhere and I soon found myself busy trying to explain I was a vegetarian in thai. The old woman behind the counter got that and then I began by saying, "dorn gon ca," signaling that I wanted my food spicy. As she finished my order I placed my hands together and said, "sawadee ca" and walked off. I ended up walking past a "no customers allowed" sign, and found their fridge. Inside I found all kinds of ice cream bars that looked delicious. I found a hello kitty ice cream bar and I really wanted it so I decided to take it and run. Next, I've somehow teleported to my friends room. I'm looking at all of her stuff - this isn't a room I've ever been in before. I find these three huge glass beads that are shaped like feathers. I really like this purple one that she has. I think about asking her for it but instead hand it to her and tell her to make something beautiful from it. I waited far too long to write this dream down - I had it the day before yesterday. The whole thing was really eerie and slow.

[Baron Samedi]

For some reason, I find it incredibly funny that the pastor stuffed the cat down the evil hole. Maybe you need to beware of someone stealing your identity? Not trying to make you paranoid or anything... just saying. I think it's cool you like manual typewriters. When I was in high school in the 90's, we had a computer, which my dad refused to use for word processing. Instead, he used a typewriter. I can still hear him banging on the keys, waking me up from naps. KLACK KLACK KLACK ka-CHING

[Cacophony]

THIS IS A REPLY THIS IS A REPLY Yeah, that is pretty funny that he stuffed the cat down the evil hole. It was a really mangy old cat that was spewing blood so I suppose it makes sense in a really messed up kind of way. And yeah, typewriters are incredible and amazing. I write most of my dreams up on a typewriter after I type them up here, or sometimes the other way around. I always end up writing my dreams down twice though. -------------------------------------------------------- Behold! A dream! So, I had a relatively odd dream last night. It was odd in a different manner than most of my dreams, because a lot of my dreams are just downright wrong. It can't be helped when you're a super genius. So, I was laying in my bed and I turn to my boyfriend who had asked me to open the window. My dog, Daisy, was sitting there next to the window and I was about to go to sleep. (I am dreaming, of course) "Hey, what if she jumps out the window?" I asked. "Well, I wouldn't go get her, you'd have to do it." "Oh," I replied and went to sleep. [[[[[Now, the damndest thing happened after I woke up this morning. My mom's dog had jumped out my window and ran down the street. I'm talking about, not dreaming, really happened when it's never happened before. I foresaw it or something.]]]]]]] I dreamt a lot of kind of fucked up stuff, including digging my best friends grave in my hall closet. That was kind of weird. We coated it in stones and I couldn't believe that she was dead, so I left everyone digging the grave to go out and look for her. I found her in a house and she said she was going to be a teacher. Since I was there I should be a teacher too, so we wrote both of our names on a white board and people kept coming and putting their names on the whiteboard under ours to sign up for our classes. I had all these people gathered in front of me and they kept asking me what the class was. I remember spewing a bunch of philosophy and politics and started going off on Nietche, Bakunin, Kropotkin, Sartre and Emma Goldman. It was kind of weird. Then I started spinning for some reason and remembered that I was dreaming. All of these people were gathered around a red ball that was floating in the air and spinning with writing on it. We were in a bedroom. Instead of looking at the ball I started yelling at them, "hey guys I'm dreaming, look at what I can do! Can you guys do this?" I started jumping on the bed and pushing my hand through the ceiling and making all kinds of weird green shiney patterns slither across the ceiling. Then I woke up.