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Entries this day: Dream.1 Dream.2 Dream.1 4:54am CST Sunday 12 November 2000 (dream) At some event, I was trying to take some artistic pictures with the lighting all dark at the same time this guy was asking if Wende and I wanted to join him and his group for some kind of party or something. I explained that we were very much homebodies and don't really "go out" that much. I was standing on a ladder and the group was asitting in a circle, painting or doing something artistic. I was standing on the bottom rung of this tall step ladder, and used the frame of the ladder to hang the camera and take pictures. I actually took 1 picture and the exposure was too long so I tried to shut the shutter with my hand. I realized the flash had to be on, yet disabled so the camera would think there's enough light for the photo. I was grouchy because I thought I had more frames of film on this 24 exposure roll, but it was on 25 and I could only get one more out of it. I thought this roll was only on number 15 or so. - - - I was helping Everlast from House of Pain write lyrics for an anti-racist CD. He was writing something out - ideas in his head and wrote them out in pictures instead of words and read them to the group. The images - heiroglyphics if you will - were so well drawn so quickly - I was amazed. A cat for "functional" and the cat was drawn in 3D with shading and everything. He could just write the pictures in his head faster than writing the words. Our group argued for a bit about how people in a desert area would use the word sand instead of land. Finally we came up with the following lyrics Land by Land Sand by Sand Sea by Sea Oh you better pack it up and leave we want this land from sea to sea we'll kick your ass all over the grass and so forget the peace we'll rape your women and kill your kids cause that's just what we already did watch your back as you go away we might just kill you anyway Those were my lyrics describing Europeans slaughtering the people who lived on this land first. Then the environment turned into a rally and Frank R from OKC was there and Austin R. I woke myself up so I could write down these amazing (haha) song lyrics that I made up with Everlast. Dream.2 7:59am CST Sunday 12 November 2000 (dream) At a grocery store, with bunch of rally peeps, Bryn and a couple of other youth were talking about Australia with me and chillin' on a bed next to the freezer aisle, watching chaos in the freezer aisle as youth were tossing boxes everywhere and just happily causing chaos everywhere. I finally thought it was too much and got up to tell them so, but the manager had already started yelling at them. As I walked back to where I had been, the scene shifted to me and Katherine and Hannah doing dishes and Katherine telling me about a guy named David who taught them a puzzle game like "Good Frog Bad Frog" or "Johnny Whoops" or "Celing Wall Floor." I think the answer to this game was more along the lines of Good Frog Bad Frog. prev day next day |