wolven7 | So, here's how this went:

Tom Waits - [All the World is Green]--- I had a bunch of really great conversations, with people, at the party, and with friends i don't get to see much. Many of us talked until 9.30, in the morning, and then they went home, or to sleep. Agroup of us went to Waffle House, at 5am, because we needed out of the house. (Polaris - [She Is Staggering]). I gave a lot of tarot readings, to strangers, last night, and did a nice little combination of hermetic and shamanic spiralwalking, in order to get some information. Always ask permission, for those things. It's simply the polite thing.

I dreamed, last night, about having a computer game that, when you typed in the names of Transformers, it put you in/showed you the middle of a highway, where you could watch those Transformers, in vehicle form, crashing into each other, and wreking. Then there was something about putting in the wrong daylight settings, and it printed me a sticker postcard, for something that

mistersleepless was (is) going to do, with Alan Moore. (Tom Waits - [The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me)]). The thing was in the shape of a flame, and had the title, and their names on it. Next, i was in a condo-sized version of my father's father's house, while a few of my friends were on the back proch, smoking weed, and that transitioned into me waking up, and not knowing what time it wa, but it worked out, somehow, that i had gotten Negative sleep. There was a whole section, where i was trying to understand the way the clocks, around the howe, were set, because they were all two hours slow or fast. That moved into me, on a porch, with people that don't exist, and some who do (i think Ollie, from Something Positive, was there), and me feeling more sleep-deprived, by the second. Tying to figure out, if i went to sleep, how long Could i sleep, before i had to get up and go to school...

Fucked up dreams.

In final news, for this post, you all know-- or should know, by now-- that there is little in the world, which i dislike More, than people thinking they know me. When people tr to tell me what I've done, and where I've been, when they have never seen me, before, or only once before, and know Nothing of me, other than what i've chosen to share... It sets my teeth on edge.

PJ Harvey - [The Garden]--- So Please Don't. Thanks. That's why i like you. ^_^

{5.24pm: Sneaker Pimps - [Six Underground]--- Also, last night, I told a tale of "Magic, On The High Seas... (Though, To Be Fair, 'The High Seas' Wasn't Actually Water, But An Inn Called 'The High Seas')." (Kate Bush - [Army Dreamers]). Storytime was fun. ^_^