2004-03-20 - 11:37 p.m.
Okay, so you know hwat's weird about dreams? I often have ones where the other characters in them are smarter than me, or know things I don't know. I mean, they say everyone in the dream is you, but how is that so? How can anyone know that without knowing precisely what "you" is?
Okay, so my dream last night, I was in a bar, and these two rednecks asked if they could walk me home. "You know, it's not safe out there." I said I was fine to walk by myself, completely naive. The people who were sitting with me had to point out theat they had been threatening me. I wasn't aware of it myself, I had to be told.
I guess the brain is a big mansion you walk around in at night, you never see all of it at once, and it's full of surprises.
Anyway, I got paranoid and escaped the bar through a window, which had become the window of Andy T's house, and his girlfriend was yelling at him for having video games on too loud. I crawled through the autumn leaves outside, trying to avoid being seen by the rednecks pickup truck. I came near a driveway and saw headlights, and I tried to hide but someone got out and saw me. It wasn't the rednecks though, it was John Cleese. A bunch of old guys came up and stood around him. He asked for my report and I gave him a bunch of torn up bits of paper with numbers on them, I guess they were messages from secret agents.
"Do you need any other information?", I asked.
"No that will be perfectly fine thank you."
And that was about it
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