And the whirlwind/ Is in the thorn trees.

Damien's last name, in The Omen was Thorn.

Paul Muad'Dib's children were described as the Desert Whirlwinds.

Tornadoes hit downtown Atlanta, last night. I found out, because of my aunt, in DC. Sad, no?

I dreamed of a convention, last night. Of milling around the hotel floors, of staying in the hotel room, waiting for people. Then the world cracks open from the thunder, and I wake.

I lay there, trying not to fight the thunder, trying to let it lull me back to sleep.

Alseep, I dreamed of trying to meet up with blumuun, somewhere in DC (that's a long unconscious story, stemming from trying to hang out wiht anarchette, yesterday, and an old friend of ours). DC is all tunnels and hills, and the tunnels are buildings, with shops on either side of the street, and the hills are curvy like Georgetown and San Francisco had a baby. When in the tunnels, you can see the sunlight and the surface, always just out of reach, through the next set of doors, or around a corner. I'm talking to blumuun on the phone, trying to figure out exactly where she lives, and I park the car at the top of a hill and get out.

Walking through the tunnels, there is no street, only pedestrian walkways. It starts to look like a combination of Underground Atlanta and DC's Union Station Food court, only at off angles. I see mech_angel and blumuun sitting at a high table, talking, and I walk toward them. I see blumuun approah, down a hill/some stairs, and am briefly confused...

Gene Hackman as the mean, cranky Army Drill Sergeant, pushing his troops to train through mud and rain and ice and snow. They can't move, they're stuck into so much mud, but he pushes them, and pushes them, beyond even what most would. Someone "accidentally" hits him with a supply truck. As he fades from consciousness, his last thoughts are of his wife and children, and grandchildren. As I'm pulled down, with him, my thoughts are that if he'd treated his men, just a little bit more like he loved and respected them, this wouldn't be happening.

I'm in a house. In the background, I can hear music playing, and it's the most depressing Dresden Dolls song ever written. It's a combination of "Thirty Whacks," "Coin-Operated Boy," "Will," and some deep, raw, pure essence of depression and despair. It's on a loop. I look around, in time to see Tully, a demon, come to show me around the place. I know him, by sight, and I ask him about the music. He explains that because I came in with Hackman's character, I've basically got to stay in the Processing Annex, for a week. I'm in a pocket dimension of Hell, and yes the song is on a loop. The thought form evaporated, because the Character's in a coma, and I'm stuck somewhere, with him. Except I'm not with him. I'm in a place that isn't really that bad. It's designed to drive me insane, of course, and probably to suicide, but I really don't mind it. He apologizes to me, calls me Boss, and says "you know how it is."

Tully and I talk about the accoutriments, and he shows me the fridge. I see that there are a lot of coals and sulphur-based foods, some of which have Tully's name written on them, as well as normal things that are greasy, fake meat-like-product-filled foods that I don't really want to eat. I see that there are Tacos, and I tell Tully that these are the most appetizing things in the whole place. He says, "You think so?" And as I take a bite, i realise what he means. There's no meat, in the soft tacos, just lettuce and shards of hard blue corn tortilla shell. I don't want to eat any of this. Eventually a loaf of bread shows up. [It's home-made, and wrapped in tinfoil.]

I'm eating the bread, and talking to Tully, looking out the window. I know that I am dreaming, even though everything feels completely real, and I can notice every detail of the house and the room I'm in. I know that I had been asleep and I can remember the dreams I had before this one. I know that this is, essentially, a dream-trap. I know that I'm going to be absolutely fine. I tell Tully these things, and we laugh about the line between dreams and reality. I don't tell him about Marriane , at the desk, and the fact that I know that she'll take care of anything that goes wrong. I eat the bread, and it's sweet, if slightly burned on the bottom. If slightly meant a lot.

More demons show up. This is their house. The longer they're around, the less I hear the music, in the background. I had been having difficulty drowning it out, with just me and Tully there, and I knew that if he left, and it was just me, I'd have a Really hard time of it. But the demons that show up are mid- and upper-level demons who've been with the Company for thousands of years, now, and who all know the score. I have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to try to kill me and/or steal my power, but I'm pretty sure they know better, and that I'm just being healthily paranoid. I'm offered several types of drugs, and I make it clear that I only want uppers. Someone pours a bottle of black and yellow gel tabs into my hand. They are warm, and slightly sticky.

A female demon, mostly human-shaped, early- to mid-twenties, blonde with green eyes, and a deceptively innocent face comes up to me and ask how I'm doing. She says she's been hearing a lot of rumours about me. That some of the demons even say I'm Satan, Himself. I ask her what she thinks about who I am, and she grabs my offered hand, takes and swallows some of the pills, stands up and we start to dance. As we dance, she begins to grind against me, and I have a vision of an 8-bit videogame, wherein the main character is being led around by his crotch. I laugh, and everyone looks at me strangely. I send them all a vision of me, holding the game's controller. I wake up

I heard a frog, when I woke up, and seriously wondered if it had rained frogs, while I slept.

I had to really think about what icon to use, for this one, it was so fucked up.

Good morning.

Long day.

Today's sucked, pretty bad.

Make it better.