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10 November 1998
last night i dreamt about a capitol building being built in an irradiated wasteland. if i had to fictionalize it, the story would go like this: an ancient, technologically advanced race (maybe it takes place far in the future, and that was us) destroys itself in a nuclear holocaust. the primitive people that follow begin work on a monolithic capitol building in the wastelands that are the only home they know, guided by telepathic messages from space aliens. the building becomes something of a temple to their gods, but is not used for active prayer. i don't think any of this was in the dream though.