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Hmm... i really dont know what the michael jackson dream was supposed to mean. it was weird, and i remember such weird details about the room that was supposed to be his. there was even a little mouse in it and a bagle on the night stand which was cluttered with magazines.
the other dream is a little easier to figure out.
In real life i got laid off from my job last thursday.
in the dream i kept saying "but i died on thursday"
cos some weird guy was giving me this huge building
which at one time or another was used as some sort of corporate headquarters. and i was a ghost so i couldnt do anything with the building if i wanted to.
In response to yr post i say this:
There is a purpose to everything, but you shouldn't get caught up in thinking too much about it or the meaning of life...or your life more specifically. Don't worry about those answers. Do what you have to do and the pieces of the puzzle will eventually become more and more visible and start fitting together. You just have to work out the kinks first.
Things will start looking up. They always do. Things always get worse before they get better. I know from experience.
Sorry this was so long. lol.
Anyway, i think you can use some more SG friends so i'm gonna go ahead and add you.

oh man i know what you mean, i feel this way often. unfortunatly i don't really have any good advice for you cuz i usually just ride it out and the eventually everythings "fine" again ...pain fades and a numbing effect takes over... i guess what i'm trying to say or should be saying is that the "dismal rut" will fade in time if you really want it to.
something cheerful?...um..the sky isn't falling.

so, what movies were you getting excited about?

ah. that's the worst, backstabbing friends... fuck that shit. they'll all burn in hell anyway.

I hope so too.. we will see..

thanks. this is the first time i've ever had a hangover. i'm not much of a drinker. i've taken your advice, and i'm drinking tons of water.

yeah.... what minimalism said...

no funeral. just disapearing mice. i say where is my favorite mouse, and k says "I THINK HE DIDN'T MAKE IT." i don't like mice anymore.

thinking about going to see the cramps?

Northstar Bar 27th and Poplar....9:00 pm..be there 5/08/03

"Some say, death is the easy way and I think they're right.
Cause nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by.
And I know that tryin gets nothing done and I see you're about dry.
Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you die,
and alcohol it only makes you tired.
But seein you feels good, and its always understood.
That anything much sweeter would make me die."
--My Morning Jacket


i don't envy you in the least, man. i was right where you're at not all that long ago, "reminded of all that was and will never be again."

i had to close all contact, for my own sake.

one time a girl at a concert was flirting with me in between bands. we got seperated in the moshpit when the band started up. never saw her again, but for a little while it was a good thing...mostly i avoid public places so the flirting thing doesn't happen much, but that doesn't bother me.

I adore reading. Just started A Tree Grows In Brooklyn. It's gonna be good, I just know it +o)

Awww shucks, you're too kind.