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So I went to this party last night, got pretty trashed. It's exactly a week since Ive been single, which I believe rendered me somewhat socially retarded. I got hit on a couple times and even flashed. Apparently I'm "cute". So after feeling like a total heel for responding like a buffoon to all compliments and come ons, I left with a couple friends and went to an all night diner to sober up. After eating a shitty plate of spaghetti, I went home and had a bunch of fucked up dreams. The only two I remember are as follows: I come home only to realize someone has been in my house and using my things, goldilocks style. When I get to my room, someone is on my computer. I recognized this person as Al or as much as it could be Al seeing as Ive never met her and have very limited reference. Any way she was on my computer, and after noticing me come in the room, she told me I should lock my door more often and then went on to explain how easy it would be for someone that didn't like me to kill me.

Dream 2: I am a cinematographer for a porn being directed by none other then Alfred Hitchcock. The feel of the porn from the camera perspective is to set up the shots so it puts a malevolent bias on the male as he approaches the female, and to make it look as if they are being watched from a closet or something. I could only film half the movie because I had to go with my family to Yosemite, where the dream quickly became some sort of video game with lasers and jumping and such... Then a barrage of phone calls waked me up.