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Guys, let me start with the other things, because the nightmare I had last night has left me a little shaken, psychologically.

Well there really isn’t much of anything. I need to pay the bills, and the car has gas, and all that jazz. I really am retarded with my money, its lots of way, and I need to fix that.

I have these grandeur thoughts of starting to minimize my carbon footprint, and think I will blog these exploits on nerdmonster.net instead of here. That being said, i believe I will start by taking the bus to work in the AM and riding my bike back home. It will require me getting up at least 20 minutes earlier. I hope i can do it.

I downloaded Simian Mobile Disco new album, Attack Decay Sustain Release, on the suggestion of dumbrella, mostly CharlesV, and despite my first impression of dislike, after 2 or 3 listens, I have grown to really enjoy it. Stand out songs include, but are not limited to, I Got This Down, It’s The Beat, and Love. My suggestion is that John “Vict0r’s Monster” needs download it, while the rest of you just should download it.

The new Rufus Wainwright album, Release The Stars, I have, but haven’t given the whole thing a complete listen to, and will therefore leave my opinion of it out for now.

Now on to the NIGHTMARE.

So last night was having a weird dream, that was in what seemed a college setting. I don’t remember much if it except for the last bit of it, where I, though I don’t think it was me, I was just sort of there, was in a class room, with maybe 7 or 8 students and the professor up in front. The whole thing seemed cramped, like it was being held in a long broom closet. Well, I don’t remember too much, but the prof was giving some lesson on something or other and to make a point proceeded to beat himself. I don’t remember with what, a book or piece of wood or something, and he was beating his head. He just kept hitting himself, and he was starting to bleed from his left side, but it wasn’t completely gruesome, yet. All the students, sort of where in a panic, but none of them stopped him.

But here’s where the awful things comes in. I guess the lesson was something about morals or ethics or something, but i note that there’s a girl sort of listening in from out side the door, and she comes in, with madness in her eyes. She’s holding a book that she drops, and starts yelling about how the point the professor was making was so valid, and how she’s been an awful person, and proceeds to pick up a paper clip unfolds it so that there’s a point to it and begins to scratch the area around her eye, so that it start bleeding, in such an awful way. And for some reason, my brain just ZOOMED right onto the stop where she was scratching, so tthat at this point all i was seeing was mostly and eyeball, and all this blood and scratching around it, and was in a panic myself, and all i kept thinking, please omg, please don’t stab your eye, don’t stab your eye. At this point, i sort of realize is a dream, and close my eyes, in the dream, like my mind’s eye, so that all i was seeing was that semi darkness you see when you close your eyes in sunlight; not black but dark, and just kept thinking, OMG NO, OMG NO, and then i woke up. OMG OMG. It was exactly 3:30am when i woke up. I was mostly ok, but it was so hard not to think of the girl. She kept popping in my head, and it took all my metal strength to not think of her.

I eventually, fell asleep again, and i’m sure i dreamt something else, but I don’t remember it. But at this point the fact that my brain would produce such horrific things really has me all sorts of bothered.

Ugh. So that’s me. Awful. I’ll try to be a better person, that will help, i hope. (via The Daily Dribble Of MischievousN3RD)