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

I'm by these red mountains. They're a red earth-tone. They're beautiful, I'm touching the ground and I feel really happy.



I know that I have to get to Mt. Everest. I remember Liz telling me that we had to meet there so that we could climb to the top and get something of importance (I think... we also could have been trying to save someone).

Liz and I went to a liquor store to buy cigarettes together. We set down all the money we had on the counter and asked how many it would buy us. He set down five yellow packs of pall malls and told us that the yellow ones were better, if we smoked the red ones at that altitude it could constrict our throats and kill us.

For some reason Roswell was in this little alcove nestled in the middle of Mt. Everest. I can't explain this. It seemed perfectly natural at the time.

We stormed some giant gate which led us to the heart of the town. There was an Immortal Technique show happening. We were standing outside the door trying to see in. There were only a few people inside. We were worried about the fact that we didn't have tickets, but I just walked right in. The stage was lower than the handful of people standing around. As I got to the edge where the stage was, he looked up at me and smiled. He ended his show and climbed up and sat down to talk to me. I remember having a very long conversation with him about the politics of climbing a mountain. He looked very old and wise. Nothing like this:


He told me that I was doing a great job and to keep up the good work. He also told me that I had the spirit of revolution in my heart and to run with it, fly with it.

There was some gathering going on in a building down the road. I walked inside and realized that it was my room. Except, it wasn't really my room. There were thousands of posters on the wall - posters that I don't have anymore, but used to have. There were pictures of me and pictures of my friends all overlapping and mingling together to form a very overwhelming wallpaper.

I was supposed to be speaking about dogs. There were at least fifty punk rockers sitting around on the floor, a few standing, leering towards me angrily. There was a dog problem, I'm not sure exactly what, but they expected me to solve their problem. I started rambling on about how I loved dogs, how my dog was somewhere else but she may show up shortly... when one very tall guy started ripping the posters off the wall in a big stream. A huge section came off all at once and I said something along the lines of, "well that was incredibly rude." He then grabbed me and tried to take me down. Being the tough ass that I am I overpowered him and threw him on the ground before leaving the room.

Outside, people kept apologizing to me. Some girl asked me if I wanted to cuddle and I said, "no, but maybe someday." Then she started cuddling with someone else.

I knew I needed to focus on the real issue at hand, which was getting to the top of everest. That was something I never got to in the dream.