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Wednesday, September 11, 2002

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Nothing much interesting since last entry. It's really hard without having internet at home. I keep wanting to get the satellite going, I'm sure everyone else in my house does as well -- however, I'm waiting on my credit cards to make sure I'm not digging too deep of a hole. No one else seems to understand that, and as soon as I refrain from spending some money on a seemingly superfluous thing... I'm a scrooge.

I had a really crazy dream last night, very vivid and full of feeling. I was going on a vacation "it's a cabin right on the beach, well, almost an island. You have to cross a little sand bar to get to it, wade through a little water..." as it was described to me it was created in front of my eyes and I started wading to the island. There was a large tower, you could see the cabin behind it and I got the feeling this was an exclusive beach from the looks I received from the other people already there. I figured I'd investigate the tower, climbed up it a bit. I'd describe it as a 100ft lifeguard chair. I could see 3 young ladies down below, they waved and started walking over. One in particular stood ahead of the others, her hair shoulder length, maybe less... and falling over her face in one felt swoop. She'd often flick it back before she'd give a look that just made her face shimmer. It made me smile just looking at her. We climbed up together and sat for quite some time. A storm was coming in - we could see the clouds approach and way in the distance a giant wave. We figured it was time to get down so began to climb but by the time we were about halfway down the wave was already on us. It swept everyone away but we held fast on the chair, holding on through the wave, and then resuming climbing down. We weren't hurrying, nor were we scared, just waltzed hand in hand to the cabin. We got inside and there was one of my housemates pointing to the Madden 2000 cardboard cutout in the corner - "we brought this one". I was then upstairs of the cabin, but it was a house much like mine now. The baby blue walls were paneling, and it was smashed in, a large hole in the wall with stairs behind it. It looked like it used to be a staircase, but had since had a wall put up. Someone had found the secret. I couldn't resist investigating and by the first set of stairs could see a poker table with chairs, cards and chips still scattered around it on the landing below. I didn't dare go any further because it looked like another apartment.

The vacation was over, I was back at my house. My house mate's car was completely stripped, not even on blocks, on the street. The doors were torn off, windows smashed, completely gutted. There weren't even any rotors on the wheels. It was a sad feeling, there was a guy from work there, said "Damn man, they don got you good".

I woke up shortly thereafter. Strange, but there were some really good feelings in there along side the bad, good enough for me.

Labels: 2002