wolven7 | i'm sorry, but when she says "a strange few days," my first response is "you have No idea..."

I'm in Cambridge, England, and i'm in this brick manor house, in a mountian valley. The interior of the manor house is my elementary school. i'm wandering around inside, and talking to my friends and teachers, and people i know from elementary school, and this guy walks up to me an dstarts talking to me. He walks out the front door of the building.

From his perspective, i see a steep ridge to the left, and a Hill directly in front of him. Between the hill and the ridge, there is a jagged, winding crevice that serves as a path. At the the top of the ridge, there is a tall, muscular-but-slender guy, covered in tattoos. He's got a giant bladed weapon in his hand. If you made the shape of a Yin-Yang deadly, and out of bone and cream coloured metal, then that is the weapon he has. He throws it at the other guy, and it hits him in the right shoulder, then just below the left ribcage, and then in the pelvis, all during one throw. The guy who walked out of the building goes down.

i walk out of the building, just in tyme to see the tattooed guy running back over the ridge. It's a few days later, and i'm walking up the hill, after watching him go over the ridge, and there's a tent. It's a tarpaulin, on poles, like we used in the boyscouts to keep the rain off, only it's pointed at the top. Under it, there are some tables and chairs. As i walk up, the injured guy's twin brother is walking away, and he's the butler from "Trading Places". One of the women at the table says something to him about anal sex, and laying in bed. He makes some sort of reply. As i sit down, she asks me if i'd care to join them. i say "No thanks. i'm trying to cut back." The meeting goes on. We are trying to figure out who sen tthe guy with the tattoos, and, throughout it all, the woman keeps makiong lewd, suggestive comments at me, which i continually decline.

We figure out that it was a fallen seraphim that sent the tattooed fellow, and we realise that there isen't much to be done about it, except the usual. i feel armour. It gets fuzzy. i wake up

That was the dream from friday nyte. Sleeping on the floor of my room, in a new house, without wards, and what not.... Rather self-explanitory... Last nyte:

i'm drivingriding towards the Douglas House's Soul, and it's a version of the future i had a vision about, a few months ago. There are children around, and the white, unmarked house down the street is a church. In the house there are politicians, and the childern are trying to claim rights. The politicians need the House, in order to complete their plans for a Novous Ordo Seclorum. They are trying to force the kids out.

Befor drivingriding back to the House, i had been talking to the Kids' leader, about what they needed, whih was to run, and find a stronghold. And then fight.

There is the impression of sex with a woman i know, in a small room. Possibly from highschool. It may be someone from Grady, or Horizons, or someone else entirely. There's porn, playing on the television, and various bodily fluids On the television.

There are two cats in the House, and one is Lucifer, Kim's cat, and the other is his opposite. The other cat's name is something that Sounds like Lucifer, but it is the opposite of the Name. The other cat is Evil.

The politicians are upstairs, in the house, and one of the kids comes down to tell me to go look at them, now. They are exactly Half cybernetic. The right half. The left half is still flesh. i run throught the room, and down stairs, having to climb the walls and fight my way out of the room. i vault over the back porch, and down to some train tracks. There, the kids are telling everyone to Vote, no matter what happens. They keep screaming that people need to vote, they need to keep the monsters out of office. Fucked up dogs start chasing them. It gets fuzzy, briefly. i wake up

The Changelings - [Flowers Cover Your Eyes]---- And those were the dreams from last nyte. And if you know what that means, and haven't talked to me about my headsplitting visions of the future, then woohoo. If you don't, and you have, then ah well. You do and you have, great, nothing new. You don't, and you haven't, don't worry about it. Everyone will figure it out soon enough....

So now i go, again, to get things done, or something.... i shall see you all later. Day Dream Well