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Jan. 17th, 2001 03:02 amI think Artyste is right, everyone is cranky as hell tonight. And thus, there is no place for my brand of humor. Lurk lurk lurk.
Jan. 17th, 2001
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Jan. 17th, 2001 05:35 amCounter-Strike sucks tonight...Scout-Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiper, where are you!?!?!?!?!? I've had several offers lately to join a new clan, and have been brainstorming with KaLTHRaX on his project. I don't know if I have the commitment. When I quit Jedi With Guns, I was tired of the game and a lot of the members...the same can be said about UST. I've seen what happens between people when egos and condescending attitudes become common fodder. I'll have to see how things progress and make a decision.
(Dave McKean rocks.)
I had a strange dream yesterday evening. It was the type of dream in which I know that I'm dreaming and just let things happen without conscious intervention. I wrote down what I could remember.
I immediately knew that I was dreaming because my mom and Charley were together. They've been divorced for seven years. We were in what appeared to be my grandparent's house on the outside, but my aunt and uncle's house on the inside...a quirk in which the inside of a house was somehow inserted into another house five times smaller.
I remember looking at baseball cards with Charley, and the fact that I had never heard of the players struck me funny since I knew that I was dreaming. After awakening I tried my damnedest to remember their names, but I couldn't.
There were two young couples present also who looked like they were in their mid-thirties. I think one of the couples were supposed to be my aunt and uncle, though they weren't. An old man and his wife showed up to the house. My mom introduced me to them...and he looked so familiar that I had the feeling he was family. I remember a tear welling up in my eye as he stepped forward and embraced me. I hugged him back like he was my grandfather, and when he let go he had tears streaming down his face. His wife turned to him and said, "he isn't ours," and they turned and walked out the door. I stood there feeling really strange. Everyone else showed no sign that anything abnormal had happened. I noticed that the woman had set some things on a coffee table, and I picked up two bright yellow zip discs. My "aunt" said that she had forgotten them and that I should take them out to her. I jogged outside and saw them getting in to their car...they had parked all the way at the end of the block. I jogged down to their car and handed them to him...though no one told me, I somehow knew that they were searching for their lost son or something, so I wished them luck and jogged back into the house.
There were tiny kittens running everywhere when I went back inside, so I laid down on my back in the middle of the floor and let them run over me and around me while I played with them. That's the last that I can remember before I woke up.
I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and started writing. I picked up the phone and thought about calling her, but I was still half asleep and in a stupor...rather than make a bad first impression I crawled back under the covers and let the wind of the fan lull me back to sleep.
(Dave McKean rocks.)
I had a strange dream yesterday evening. It was the type of dream in which I know that I'm dreaming and just let things happen without conscious intervention. I wrote down what I could remember.
I immediately knew that I was dreaming because my mom and Charley were together. They've been divorced for seven years. We were in what appeared to be my grandparent's house on the outside, but my aunt and uncle's house on the inside...a quirk in which the inside of a house was somehow inserted into another house five times smaller.
I remember looking at baseball cards with Charley, and the fact that I had never heard of the players struck me funny since I knew that I was dreaming. After awakening I tried my damnedest to remember their names, but I couldn't.
There were two young couples present also who looked like they were in their mid-thirties. I think one of the couples were supposed to be my aunt and uncle, though they weren't. An old man and his wife showed up to the house. My mom introduced me to them...and he looked so familiar that I had the feeling he was family. I remember a tear welling up in my eye as he stepped forward and embraced me. I hugged him back like he was my grandfather, and when he let go he had tears streaming down his face. His wife turned to him and said, "he isn't ours," and they turned and walked out the door. I stood there feeling really strange. Everyone else showed no sign that anything abnormal had happened. I noticed that the woman had set some things on a coffee table, and I picked up two bright yellow zip discs. My "aunt" said that she had forgotten them and that I should take them out to her. I jogged outside and saw them getting in to their car...they had parked all the way at the end of the block. I jogged down to their car and handed them to him...though no one told me, I somehow knew that they were searching for their lost son or something, so I wished them luck and jogged back into the house.
There were tiny kittens running everywhere when I went back inside, so I laid down on my back in the middle of the floor and let them run over me and around me while I played with them. That's the last that I can remember before I woke up.
I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and started writing. I picked up the phone and thought about calling her, but I was still half asleep and in a stupor...rather than make a bad first impression I crawled back under the covers and let the wind of the fan lull me back to sleep.
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Jan. 17th, 2001 08:00 amIn the news, I can't wait to see the protestors...maybe Jesse Jackson will pay us a visit.