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wolven7Me and my roomate are in an apratment that's next door to my building, and we're in apartment D, on the second floor. Our friends Angela and Patrick live here, and the apartment is huge on the inside, like a house. We're having dinner, and eating, and Luke has curled into a little ball on the floor, and is trying not to move too much, for some reason or another. We ask him if he could go into the other room and ge something, or would he fall asleep? He makes an effort, but falls down again. Something important about the Oreos on top of the TV.
i'm in my apartment, again, and i'm gathering weapons with an urgency, because we are about to go on a road trip. i remember that i need to go back next door for the cookies. i run outside, and there are Lots of trees in the yards, before the apartments. i get next door, after hearing a lot of Bad People in the parking lot, and the front door is open. i have my crowbar with me. i walk slowly into their apartment, which now looks like my apartment, and hear a noise from the kitchen. i go over to the kitchen, scream "who are you" and there's this ole black lady, cleaning dishes. i stare at her for a second, then i say "Oh... you're Patrick and Angela's maid, aren't you?" She says yeah, and we talk. As we're talking, a small child comes into the door way of the kitchen. i continue talking to the old woman about cookies. She talks about how they had to throw them all out, and i say something about God and the old woman's sense of humour. i take an oatmeal cookie, and the bag of oreos, and the kid, and run back next door.
Now it's my apartment that looks like the house, inside, but a different house. It's the Douglas House, only flat, and mirror-reversed, and it's the house of one of my friends in DC and it's a hotel room. i'm running around trying to get things done, when the Television crew arrives. They're doing a reality show on all of the people in the house, when we're trying to avoid being known or seen. i tell the crew about how the people in here need sleep, and how they can't kep us up for hours, like this. They say that they'll do it, if they have to.
i'm walking along the sidewalk on the side of the highway, with the little kid, who looks kind of like that kid from Jerry MacGuire, and then some and one of the Oslen twins, when they were little. And she's walking and riding a tricycle and driving a crimson/maroon PowerWheels car, all at once. She's to the side, i'm next to her, and also a few feet behind her, with some other people, talking about what's going on. i think they are the camera crew. The kid falls into the street. i rush out to save her, get her and her PowerWheels car to the edge of the road, safely. Then Orlando Jones, the make up guy, comes over and is tellign me how i'll get a big part for this. i tell him i don't want the part, i just want out of there.
The little kid is gone. Me, Orlando Jones, some crazy guy, and someone else who feels like Armitage, and who feels like a lot of other people, and i can't see any of them, even her, are trying to find where the aliens have landed. We're following a metal strip in the ground, and it's lead us to the side of the road, to this tree. The tree has an ATM in the side of it. i reach into my bookbag, and pull out a deposit envelop. i've been carrying it around, since i got the cookies, which was years ago. i'm trying to gett the deposit slot to take the envelope, and it won't. It keeps rejecting it, or bending it, or anything but taking it. As i'm trying to do this, Orlando pipes up and says "I think we've found area 51." One of the Unknown Angels, and the crazy guy asks "Why do you say that?" He points out in to the field, from under the branches of the tree, further off the road, and there's this slightly mannish Woman, wearing a straight jacket, handcuffs, and The unifor that Ice Cream Truck drivers wear. She's running for the woods on the other side of the clearing, and the ATM isn't taking the envelope, so i say "Fuck it. Let's go find another ATM." And we start walking again. i wake up
Dreams. Fun stuff. Reading "Threshold," watching "Queen of the Damned," and "Johnny Quest," and Cowboy Bebop, yesterday, was fun for my dreams, cause i'm pretty sure one of the people, there, was Jess from Queen of the Damned, who also plays the Grown up Charlie, in the new "Firestarter." Inerpreted all the juicey bits myself, but anyone who wants in, can give it a go. Gotta go now, feel sick-ish. Day Dream Well
i'm in my apartment, again, and i'm gathering weapons with an urgency, because we are about to go on a road trip. i remember that i need to go back next door for the cookies. i run outside, and there are Lots of trees in the yards, before the apartments. i get next door, after hearing a lot of Bad People in the parking lot, and the front door is open. i have my crowbar with me. i walk slowly into their apartment, which now looks like my apartment, and hear a noise from the kitchen. i go over to the kitchen, scream "who are you" and there's this ole black lady, cleaning dishes. i stare at her for a second, then i say "Oh... you're Patrick and Angela's maid, aren't you?" She says yeah, and we talk. As we're talking, a small child comes into the door way of the kitchen. i continue talking to the old woman about cookies. She talks about how they had to throw them all out, and i say something about God and the old woman's sense of humour. i take an oatmeal cookie, and the bag of oreos, and the kid, and run back next door.
Now it's my apartment that looks like the house, inside, but a different house. It's the Douglas House, only flat, and mirror-reversed, and it's the house of one of my friends in DC and it's a hotel room. i'm running around trying to get things done, when the Television crew arrives. They're doing a reality show on all of the people in the house, when we're trying to avoid being known or seen. i tell the crew about how the people in here need sleep, and how they can't kep us up for hours, like this. They say that they'll do it, if they have to.
i'm walking along the sidewalk on the side of the highway, with the little kid, who looks kind of like that kid from Jerry MacGuire, and then some and one of the Oslen twins, when they were little. And she's walking and riding a tricycle and driving a crimson/maroon PowerWheels car, all at once. She's to the side, i'm next to her, and also a few feet behind her, with some other people, talking about what's going on. i think they are the camera crew. The kid falls into the street. i rush out to save her, get her and her PowerWheels car to the edge of the road, safely. Then Orlando Jones, the make up guy, comes over and is tellign me how i'll get a big part for this. i tell him i don't want the part, i just want out of there.
The little kid is gone. Me, Orlando Jones, some crazy guy, and someone else who feels like Armitage, and who feels like a lot of other people, and i can't see any of them, even her, are trying to find where the aliens have landed. We're following a metal strip in the ground, and it's lead us to the side of the road, to this tree. The tree has an ATM in the side of it. i reach into my bookbag, and pull out a deposit envelop. i've been carrying it around, since i got the cookies, which was years ago. i'm trying to gett the deposit slot to take the envelope, and it won't. It keeps rejecting it, or bending it, or anything but taking it. As i'm trying to do this, Orlando pipes up and says "I think we've found area 51." One of the Unknown Angels, and the crazy guy asks "Why do you say that?" He points out in to the field, from under the branches of the tree, further off the road, and there's this slightly mannish Woman, wearing a straight jacket, handcuffs, and The unifor that Ice Cream Truck drivers wear. She's running for the woods on the other side of the clearing, and the ATM isn't taking the envelope, so i say "Fuck it. Let's go find another ATM." And we start walking again. i wake up
Dreams. Fun stuff. Reading "Threshold," watching "Queen of the Damned," and "Johnny Quest," and Cowboy Bebop, yesterday, was fun for my dreams, cause i'm pretty sure one of the people, there, was Jess from Queen of the Damned, who also plays the Grown up Charlie, in the new "Firestarter." Inerpreted all the juicey bits myself, but anyone who wants in, can give it a go. Gotta go now, feel sick-ish. Day Dream Well
