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Whining And Complaining
This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.
8/15/2004
It's amazing how the smallest thing when you first wake up can set your tone for the day.
T-minus 14 hours and counting.
Dream sequence: My condo. Things are lit very poorly. I'm running around trying to get things in order, considering I've just gotten back from being on the road. Amanda is rushing me to get things done because there's a whole bunch of concerts she wants to go to. I tell her I'll catch up with her later, and I'm not so sure if I do.
I end up somewhere I don't recognize at first, swinging from a vine while some sort of movie is being filmed. The fucked part of it is this: It's all game shows, and all the sets are on a big wheel that expands and contracts. I've got some cartridiges in my hand, and I keep spilling all these green little pellets all over the place. An old friend of mine, Brian, sees me and asks me why I'm wearing a comic book shirt when I'm not really wearing one.
I finally get off this vine or rope and find myself in a home improvement store. Apparently, I work there because my shirt is now missing and the owner is bitching at me to get things moved, stocked, and put away. The directions for where everything needs to be is printed on the side of everything, but you've got to hold it at a certain angle to sunlight for the directions to appear. The last thing I did was figure out where I was supposed to move a tv.
End sequence.
No, I wasn't drinking last night. I had a burger at 10:30 for dinner, but that was it. I don't think it was the food either. There's got to be something in the water. I haven't had this many dreams in a row ever (outside of the repeating nightmares I once had as a child).
I was excited about coming home, but after resting I feel like the wind has been taken out of my sails. I just have a feeling today isn't going to be any better than yesterday.
T-minus 14 hours and counting.
Dream sequence: My condo. Things are lit very poorly. I'm running around trying to get things in order, considering I've just gotten back from being on the road. Amanda is rushing me to get things done because there's a whole bunch of concerts she wants to go to. I tell her I'll catch up with her later, and I'm not so sure if I do.
I end up somewhere I don't recognize at first, swinging from a vine while some sort of movie is being filmed. The fucked part of it is this: It's all game shows, and all the sets are on a big wheel that expands and contracts. I've got some cartridiges in my hand, and I keep spilling all these green little pellets all over the place. An old friend of mine, Brian, sees me and asks me why I'm wearing a comic book shirt when I'm not really wearing one.
I finally get off this vine or rope and find myself in a home improvement store. Apparently, I work there because my shirt is now missing and the owner is bitching at me to get things moved, stocked, and put away. The directions for where everything needs to be is printed on the side of everything, but you've got to hold it at a certain angle to sunlight for the directions to appear. The last thing I did was figure out where I was supposed to move a tv.
End sequence.
No, I wasn't drinking last night. I had a burger at 10:30 for dinner, but that was it. I don't think it was the food either. There's got to be something in the water. I haven't had this many dreams in a row ever (outside of the repeating nightmares I once had as a child).
I was excited about coming home, but after resting I feel like the wind has been taken out of my sails. I just have a feeling today isn't going to be any better than yesterday.
