Dreams: Russia, Special Ops, People smoking weed.

I dreamed that michette and I were runing through the airport, customs and all the check in, totry to make this extremely important flight to Russia. michette was freaking out, for some reason, crying and almost catatonic. We got to the tarmac, and there wasn't an actual flight to Russia, just these 7 or 8 special ops guys black-bagging and disappearing people. I realised that they had been monitoring communications and had detained and/or killed who knew how many of my friends. I grabbed the guy nearest to me, dislocated his shoulder, took his gun, and used him as a human shield, because there were still six or seven other trained operatives to deal with. That's when I woke up.

The second dream involved going out to Smyrna, to visit some people, being trapped inn that place, because I hadn't driven, and beard was going to get high with the guys who lived there. I laughed, said fuck it, and started trying to figure out the bus routes and schedules to get back to the city. The guys kept saying things like "seriously, man? C'mon..." and shaking the bag of weed at me, and I just laughed the exhasperated laugh, and kept getting ready to leave. A sense of someone or something traveling with me, but unseen.

Strange dreams, those. How're you, today?

I voted today.

See the subject line.

Hope my fellow Georgians did, as well.