My really fucked up dreams... Robot Apocalypse and Cats.

Dreams mixed my current neighbourhood with Olde German Town, in Maryland. There were people at my house, and it was right on the corner, where the highschool is, now. raoin, cailement, Rosie and the rest of the roommates were there, as well as people i haven't seen in years. There were more woods, and a more intricate creek/runoff system, next to the house. Someone had just gotten a cat, and didn't want it to go outside, but it got out the front//garage door. It ran around, and I had to chase it, to get it back. Through the pipes and creeks, and woods. Eventually i realised, i just needed to keept it of the street. Black cat, sopmetimes fluffly, sometimes short haired. When next i saw it, it had had its shots, and was much more sedate.

The other part of my dream consissted of robots, the end of the world, Stone Cold Steve Austin, as leader of robots, or, rather, head Guad, in a suit. Talk of and an appearance by Wigu, and different dimensions. The Robots were designed to protect, but someomne else managed to override them, and get them to kill. There was an ensemble cast, of heroes and villians. Anna, from LUXT was there, as the leader of the spiritual side of the remaining people. absinthetics was the scientific leader, but i could never quite meet up with her. We were always headed in different directions. mech_angel and I were simpy trying to arrange and organise thepeople to fight. The doctor who created them had gone mad with power, and was slowly being broken of his arrogance, over the course of the apocolypse. He was a combination of Patrick Stewart and Sean Conery, but more giggling insane. The suit Stone Cold was in looked like the other robots, but connected with other weapons, and stuff. He was tired of watchig this happen, and was tryuing to stop the robots; he was going to stop them. In so doing, he inadverantly acted as the scientist's conscience, and he, along with Wigu, reminded him the scientist what he originally inteded to do. He wrote an apology letter to the world, and Started Over. The montage, at the end, showed what happened to my former compatriots, anime-style....

I'm going to go back to sleep, now.

{11.25am EDT: Mindless Self Indulgence - [What Do They Know?]--- Awake again, about to shower, and get out and Do things, today. 'S amazing, and scary, i know.

If you really, really loved me, you'd buy me a permanent livejournal account... Then i could never, ever leave you...

.... It occurs to me that they same logic can be applied to killing me and burying you in my basement... So... Don't do that second one.

Only that first one...

If you love me. ^_^

Later.}

It was nice to see the girls.

Mindless Self Indulgence - [Bullshit]--- raoin and ladymerrydeath came over, today, and faciliatated the obtaining of tarpage, rope, Simple Green™, a spray nozzle, and ctironella candles. Spent $35.13 of my own moneys. Not bad. But, puddig aside, it was really nice to hang out with those two, as i don't get to see either of them often enough, really, and that's pretty sad.

Didn't get my hairs cut.

The rest of my day is going to be spent hanging around my house, thinking about tomorrow. (Warren Zevon - [Down in the Mall]). Thinking about the fact that mech_angel gets in town, tomorrow, and will be here, until Monday... Going grocery shopping with my mother, on Thursday. Thought of this weekend are frought with trepedation, and wonderment. It's all weirdly nervous and awesome, in my head...

Grarg.. Time to stop thinking about this, for a bit, in the current mode of thinking about it.

Back later.

Writing: 06.06.06

Nothing happened today.

The papers have been spouting about this, for months. Last year, today, people were giggling and smiling, and talking about how fucking "Epic" it was going to be, next year. Today. Nothing happened. I mean, people got fucking livid when, back in april, the World Coalition of Traditional Satanists held a press conference, discussing the changes that were about to take place, across the world, and the steps they would be taking to speed it along, "For Him To Whom It Had Been Given," or something. Today is the number of a man. About 3 million men and women, to be exact.

There are news reports of people having induced labour yesterday, of trying to hold off, until tomorrow, people killing their children, because they were afraid of the anti-christ, of little black-haired children with blue eyes. Nothing. It was a perfectly normal day. People lived and died, all over the fucking place, the way they tend to do, and the world is still here, no more changed, than the last time you blinked. If you get me.

Today, at 7.06am GMT, the World Coalition of Traditional Satanists began their rituals, across the world, their camera crews pumping it to their Website, and the world news organisations having been too morbidly curious, too pulled along by the gestalt, to not cover the proceedings. At 7.56am, the ceremony ended. They all looked around, waiting for the ground to shake, waiting for the world to break open, waiting for blood, frogs, piss, shit, fire, and fish to rain from the sky. And then they all exploded.

The last things the cameras saw, across the world, before turning to static, were the words "Leave Me The Fuck Alone," written in the pieces of the members' bodies...

Nothing. Happened.
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