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Jan. 19th, 2003 04:28 pmstrange dreams:
i dreamed that there was some sort of negotiation going on with saddam hussein, and if it failed he was going to bomb some tower in pittsburgh. so as some sort of political statement (i'm not sure what, that part didn't make sense) people were going to the tower to wait for the talks to end.
my entire family was there including my grandmother. there was a lot of going up and down stairs and singing. and then we heard a boom and saw a ring of fire surrounding the tower (apparently bombs work differently in my dreams). some people panicked, some people became resigned. i told my mom that i had a knife so we didn't have to just burn to death. i wanted to sing "on the willows".
....and then the fire was gone and we could all leave. ::blink:: it's weird being pardoned when you've just accepted death.
unfortunately the power was out and it was dark and i had no idea how to get home. the rest of my family had split and it was just me and my grandmother. tried to find the police station with no luck, and then wandered into a secondhand clothing store. we went through a door and came out in portland, where it was much lighter, and raining.
the moral of the story is: carry a knife if you think you're going to get napalmed, and all secondhand clothing stores have portals to secondhand clothing stores in other cities.
i dreamed that there was some sort of negotiation going on with saddam hussein, and if it failed he was going to bomb some tower in pittsburgh. so as some sort of political statement (i'm not sure what, that part didn't make sense) people were going to the tower to wait for the talks to end.
my entire family was there including my grandmother. there was a lot of going up and down stairs and singing. and then we heard a boom and saw a ring of fire surrounding the tower (apparently bombs work differently in my dreams). some people panicked, some people became resigned. i told my mom that i had a knife so we didn't have to just burn to death. i wanted to sing "on the willows".
....and then the fire was gone and we could all leave. ::blink:: it's weird being pardoned when you've just accepted death.
unfortunately the power was out and it was dark and i had no idea how to get home. the rest of my family had split and it was just me and my grandmother. tried to find the police station with no luck, and then wandered into a secondhand clothing store. we went through a door and came out in portland, where it was much lighter, and raining.
the moral of the story is: carry a knife if you think you're going to get napalmed, and all secondhand clothing stores have portals to secondhand clothing stores in other cities.