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I've been having these ludicrous dreams recently. In one, I was running away from the Devil. He finally tracked me down in this house where friends from Olympia were living in. This beautiful woman came with him, and before I so much as blinked we were having sex on the couch. The Devil started to explain to me, in rather elaborate detail, that Yahweh was just this jealous angel whose sole mission is to counteract any joy derived from the Dinoysian activities Lucifer gave mankind - i.e. Lucifer created sex but Yahweh gave us jealousy and V.D., one created indulgences and the other gluttony, etc. He said to me - and I swear under oath this was all in the dream: "Don't you realize that the seven deadliest sins - the sins of lust and gluttony and envy - were created by Him so that no one would so much as dabble? They're my gifts to mankind, taken to such excessive conclusion as to detriment it." Then the woman grabbed my balls, I came (but only in the dream), and I woke up.
The next night I was lost in some neighborhood, and I saw someone go into his house. I asked him for directions to the interstate, which he gave, and I thanked him and went on my way. Only to be stopped by a phalanx of cops who demanded to know what I was doing. Turns out I had stumbled right into a taping of Dateline: To Catch a Predator, and the guy I was talking to was the next predator.
Then this morning my dad kept waking me up because he felt like working on the bathroom at 8:30AM on a Sunday morning, but in between power drills I kept having this real doozy. I was in this parking garage in New York City where I met someone who said they were in my Art and Activism class in Evergreen. I didn't recognize her, but she was really cute, so I started talking to her. Somehow this evolved into an Odd Random reunion in a bookstore in her apartment complex. I tried to play trombone for "Ten Miles," but nothing came out. I didn't have a guitar, so I just sang it three times; everyone in the band (who didn't look a thing like the members of OR at all) was dressed in a Saint James school uniform ... as was I, only my shirt was untucked. Anyway, mystery girl liked the song, so she asked me to come into the bathroom, where we started to make out. Except, when I went down to kiss her breasts my mouth was filled with strawberry filling instead; I looked up and the both of us were covered head to foot with cake and icing. We went back to the party; and that girl with whom I went on a date with was there, being very drunk and throwing up over people. Somehow this ended up with me trying to steal things from the store, and being held up by the parking garage's arm-gate, which would only accept my driver's license, which (as it was in real life) was missing. My father woke me up around the time I was going down an escalator.