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Since Kyle didn't arrive at my apartment Sunday night before I had to leave for work, I had assumed and hoped that he was staying at his house with his wife. Monday morning there was a message on my voicemail with the good news. I called him back, and he asked if he could pick his things up and bring his wife and children by to meet me. Of course I said sure, that would be great.

They all came by last night and we talked for about an hour and a half. It was awesome to see him happy and with his family. He had told me how smart his kids are (almost everyone says that), but I was surprised by how smart they really are. I could see how close he was to his kids, and I could understand what he was missing while he was sleeping in my living room.

I had some very strange dreams yesterday afternoon before my sister woke me up to borrow a roll of toilet paper. I need to just put a sign up while I'm asleep that says, 'help yourself and leave me the hell alone.' Anyhow, I sat in front of my computer and typed out the entire dream on a text file with my eyes closed, and then went back to bed and fell asleep immediately.

I can't wait until this movie is released. Yes, I'm talentless and bored.

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(this is a summary of my weird dreams from yesterday, unedited and typed while i was half asleep.)

what i just dreamt....

I was in a bar with my old friends Matt Russell and a dude we called Nudge. math fell over backwards in his bar stool and lasnded on his glass, shattering it. he wa pissed. nudge was making fun of him, and the bartender said that he'dhad enough, so he flipped out and hstarted trashing the place. nudge did too. it seems like everything was made of glass, as the room resounded with shattering items hitting the floor. i had my little corner left untouched, as I had been sitting and drinking my beer while watching the event. a couple angry patrons overturned by table as i followed my friends out. it shattered.

I was walking home and saw temm (?). I followed him to his house and while we talked about birds(?). Just birds. I know very little about birds, so he must have been doing most of the talking. He asked me if i could help him out by checking all the windows in the house. He said weird shit had been happening. I went around and closed and locked every window I came to. I was thinking about birds.

I walk into a room and theres' a guy holding a gun on a group of people. he looks like a mobster, holding a .38 revolver. I pulled my gun, and as it diverted his attention, someone in the room pulled a shot gun.and said 'both ofyou drop your guns.' we both turned and pointed our guns toward him. he droppped the shotgun and cowered. now the jobster loooking guy had his revolver and the shotgun. i said, 'i have an idea.' he didn't say anything. i said, 'i'll put you on my payroll if you put the guns away and we get the fuck out of here.'he handed me the shotgun, and ran out.

We/I(?) were either at a party or living with a group of people. The house was trashed. I remember standing outside in the night catching small drops of rain on my head and talking to a guy who was a motorhead....a greasemonkey 4x4 club type...while tryyyyyying toact like I belonged there. I saw two very tiny kittensand walked over to pet them. Tey were both bilnd and missing their front paws, so i picked them up and took them to my room.i set them down on the floor, and watched them crawl around. it wasn't unusual that my closet was full of thickets and tropical plantlife, but it was unusual to hear the growling. I looked up and saw ees of a large cat. Eyes that were beholding the kittens as prey. I ran over and scooped them up, and they each fit perfectly into one hand. The cat jumped out, and it actually looked like a bigger meaner version of Wonka. It was riping my legs to shreds as I kicked at it pretty futily while keeping the kittens out of harm. I yelled ofr help, and a couple of guys ran in and shot it. They couldn't believe wha t they were seeing. I can't remember what happened to the kittens.

To tend to my wounds, I changed pants. Everyone was putting on seme-formal attire, so I grabbed a shirt and tie followed as well. I don't know where we were going...but I remember stopping at a store to buy a shirt, and realizing that I didnt' ahve any money. I told the guy in the store that I'd be right back, I had to run to the van(?) to get my money. He said, 'go ahead and take the shirt...I trust you.' I went outside and got into the van, and asked one of my friends (who i had never seen before) for my checkbook. As the guy in the driver's seat put it in gear and floored it, another shut the door. I had just stolen a new shirt.

back to bed before i am too awake to sleep.