Dreams, man.

It was my birthday party last night, and though it is tempting to regail all with stories of my drunken escapades, more important things need to be talked about.

1. I spilt booze on my laptop and my F key sticks.

2. I had one pretty awesome dream. Which brings me to the point of this post.

So I'm pretty much in a room, but only not. [Refer to diagram] So start by imagining a room, a totally square, tall ceiling room. Now imagine you are standing in a castle in the left back corner of the room, staring out in front and to the side.

Now, the area directly in front of you is Germany. Germany has a spattering of buidlings, and what may be a concentration camp in the far corner.

The question mark on the diagram is another country, but I can't remember what and it doesn't matter anyway.

Just in my line of dream-vision is Sweden.

My dream starts out as i am looking down at these countries. It's a bit like a risk board, and I am the grand pervayor. I hold no ties to any country.

Then "sweden" comes to talk to me. I say sweden becuase this person represents sweden in a way that only in dreams can make sense.

I'm talking to sweden about Germany and suddenly it appears maybe I'm "germany".

I'm telling them that Germany is called "The white country", passionately trying to tell this person about the sadness and desperation of "the white country"

At some point I tell sweden that they have grass, and that Germany has no grass!

A dream-fast forward then takes place.

The room is still the same in the sense that it is the "same" room somehow, only there is no germany or sweden or any of that, and the floor is hardwood.

I am in the room with a mexican/spanish/antonio baneras man. There are two other people in the room, of whom may or may not be my friends Scott and Michael. The man begins to shoot, and hits Scott.

Suddenly I am on the ground and this man is trying to kill me. I'm trying to fight him off but it doesn't seem to be doing any good. He is choking me and I am scratching at his face, and although marks are showing, it isn't stopping him and he isn't hurt. I can't seem to properly fend him off or push him away. He just keeps killing me.

[End Scene/wake up]

So yeah. Pretty awesomesauce.