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man. i'm tired. my dreams have been emotionally kicking my ass.

on saturday night, i dreamt that i was in australia, beside a very small lake. more like a pond, but it must have been big enough. after all, an air canada plane crashed into it. it had to fit somehow.

it wasn't terrible, and people lived, but it had no wings and it was happening simultaneously on CNN. terrorists among us. wasn't sure if there were going to be more, since, well, you know.

this morning i dreamt that i was in a movie, rather inadvertedly. it was apparently centered on my character, however, i think i was only appearing in the last few scenes. my mom had put my brother and i up to it, and it was some oldies-against-youth tale. my brother had read the book and it was horrible. the prequel was about an alternate world, where god was being played by some b-rate actor and the countries were vast empires ruled by americans, germans, and something else. they all had stupid names, too.

my mom had a diary and was probably reading mine. i regarded her with much suspicion and she whined about things that i didn't care about.

i am really not sure what to make of all this.

but i think i might be getting another bladder infection. i'm eating leftover cranberry sauce in a desperate attempt to avoid this.