Fuck. Dreams are getting increasingly disturbing.

Apeboy - [Enya vs Prodigy (Lenlow Edit)]--- When your dreams involve two of your best friends tackliong each other out of a fifty-story window, and taking your consciousness with them, on the way down, while they argue, and one decides to let the other live, your girlfriend doubling over in extreme pain, on the floor, on her way to the bathroom, and someone replacing the windows in your house, where, each time-- though you recognise that certain things could Not have happened that way-- you have to stop and make sure which reality you're in, or which things are future, and not now, you're pretty sure it's not going to be a... normal(?) day.

LUXT - [Blast Furnace]--- At the end of the fall, I had to drag my consciousness back into a standing position, and mr_hinzelmann along with me. I wasn't about to let him die, like that. I put my hand on the hood of a police car, at which point, I knocked out the two AA batteries that had been where the engine should have been. I left them there, on the ground, in the hurry to get the fuckout of there. I wonder if that was the right thing for me to do, sometimes.

In other news, either Nature has decided to Fuck Us ("thanks, Dad"), or the government has learned how to breed superstorms. Tonight! On Pick Your Conspiracy!

Tom Waits - [Invitation to the Blues]--- I'm going to go sort my head, and watch "In the Mouth of Madness." Then I've some reading to do.

Later.

Thing of suck, for the day {Plus Amazing}:

Deep Blue Something - [Breakfast at Tiffany's]--- Wanting to do anything other than the reading you are and should be doing, and the worrying you maybe should be and definately are doing (Ask me no questions, I'll brush you no offs, save this one), but having nothing at all potent enough to serve.

Trigun - [Sound Life]--- Tell me something amazing, about yourself. Right The Hell Now.