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I'm very nervous about updating... I know there's no reason for that, but all the same, I've got shivers about it.

So many dreams this morning. I think I need to make a movie about a couple of them. Honestly they played out in very lucid, straight-forward ways. I went to a camp in the first one. Sort of this Fight-Club-meets-Christian-retreat thing where there were a horde of guys all slathered in tar. Ashes were falling around everyone with their peach skin, and pink tongues, and bald, tar-stained heads. They started throwing black slate chucks at a fire pit and had become so good with their aim that no one was hit. They tried to spook my by sending rocks past my face, and they succeeded. Something very sinister was waiting for me over the course of the next week, that much was apparent. I got that, "what was I thinking signing up for this" feeling that washed over me.

Inside the main unit, a girl who could turn herself into a cat tricked me and tied me up, then decided to let me know what hell felt like. I was slid into an oven with irons on my chest. I roasted until my skin was burn and I was left screaming and angry when I was taken out. I chased her through the building. I found her in the basement, I picked her up and smashed her ribs. Then I gently knelt beside her and whispered into her ear:

"Listen, bitch: if you even think about doing that again... I'll fucking kill you."

Somehow, after that, the world was ending (common theme in most of my dreams), but we were figuring out how to manage this. I had to lead these people to save themselves. And everyone was okay. We were on high enough ground that the floods (new theme) couldn't touch us, and we had shelter so the storms couldn't blast us off our hill.

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I drink too much. I had too much last night. S'alright though, it was fun. Still, I'm gonna try to cut back. Save my pennies a little.