wolven7 | Uhm... Huh. Kool-Aid Man..

I dreamed of a single-level hotel, on the outside, which inside had several storeys. The cleaning staff was made of Kool-Aid people, who all wanted to do me grievous bodily harm, for some unknown reason, such that I felt the need to run, in terror, from them, until I finally confronted one of them and kicked it so hard that its glass shattered.

The next section involved traveling to and from the hotel, and multi-layered betrayls; friends driving off without me, because they didn't want to spend a road trip in a car with me. Each person was two people. I had the options of either getting in my car, and following, or going home. Either was distasteful. I wandered around the hotel, some more, avoiding more kool-aid people. I got back to my room/apartment and ran into Tony Soprano, who then threatened to kill me, and my mother, for seemingly no reason. I then called my cousin, ande told him the things that were going on, very emotional, and how muchthe family missed him. Tony started crying, and put the knife down.

Checking out of the hotel the kool-aid people all giving me dirty looks, and finally heading off, in my car, toward something else.

Going to be reading Borges, all day. Don't expect much by way of content, from me.