Tuesday, June 18, 2002

I'm not a morning person, but for some reason, it's 8:20 a.m. and I have 3 loads of wash on. Last night, after being disgusted with myself and my life, I knew I had to begin the next day getting shit done (I couldn't do it last night, cuz I had just smoked some pot in celebration of the cool lightning storm we got here). So this morning, at 6:30 I was sorta awake, and I put a pot of coffee on and then crawled back into bed. 25 minutes later, I awoke with tears in my eyes from an odd dream.

I was at this department store, early in the morning, so there was a lot of activity, but no actual workers paying attention to me, a customer. I was in the electronics department, wanting to ask about some new portable music player of some sort. After waiting about 30 minutes, 3 women come into the department, but with breakfast, and sit down at a table and start doing their morning gossip while eating. Angry at being ignored, I started throwing things around, smashing up some equipment, and making a lot of noise. When they stared at me in disbelief, I realized I must've looked like a maniac, and fled to the nearest stairwell. When I finally found an escape outside, I was in some sort of churchyard, which was surrounded by small children. They were circling the churchyard, hand-in-hand, singing/mumbling/wailing some sort of warsong, heads hung low, lyrics I couldn't quite understand but something about going off to war to die. I couldn't break through the circle of them until I saw that one of the kids was my niece. I busted through, and of course, woke up.