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5 September 1999
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about 230 this morning bret and i drove down to springfield to go to this rave/dance club called club kaos. it was a bit dead for a saturday night, but it was still kinda fun. i still feel like i could get into doing the club thing from time to time. put some glitter in my hair, wear some fluorescent clothes. you know.
we got back to bret's about seven in the morning. and sat around for another couple of hours. slept until five.
i had a dream in which i was a guest at satan's estate. it was a quaint little town were there were dinner parties for the souls of the damned. satan was trying to get me to sign my soul over. he introduced me to all kinds of famous people, a football player, vincent price. but i had already decided that i was going to leave after dinner.
i said that i was going for a walk, but they knew that i was planning on leaving. this girl, who was quite friendly and rather attractive, who i think had brought me there in the first place, went with me. the estate was on a cliff, and the only easy way out was through a castle/hotel that was built into the cliff wall.
but on the seventh floor a group of damned souls had caught up with me. i ducked into room 766, noticing the irony that i was directly one floor above room 666. i climbed out the window, it was an incredibly precarious climb down, but i knew it was my only chance.
i'm not entirely sure how it ended.
after getting up, i ate a little and then drove home. sam was watching the simpsons, and very strangely, it was the episode where they go to the superbowl, which obviously had football players, and, and this is the particularly odd bit, vincent price.
and now i have to try to get to bed at like midnight or something tonight. i've got less than a week to readjust my sleep schedule. it's gonna be like having jet-lag.
we got back to bret's about seven in the morning. and sat around for another couple of hours. slept until five.
i had a dream in which i was a guest at satan's estate. it was a quaint little town were there were dinner parties for the souls of the damned. satan was trying to get me to sign my soul over. he introduced me to all kinds of famous people, a football player, vincent price. but i had already decided that i was going to leave after dinner.
i said that i was going for a walk, but they knew that i was planning on leaving. this girl, who was quite friendly and rather attractive, who i think had brought me there in the first place, went with me. the estate was on a cliff, and the only easy way out was through a castle/hotel that was built into the cliff wall.
but on the seventh floor a group of damned souls had caught up with me. i ducked into room 766, noticing the irony that i was directly one floor above room 666. i climbed out the window, it was an incredibly precarious climb down, but i knew it was my only chance.
i'm not entirely sure how it ended.
after getting up, i ate a little and then drove home. sam was watching the simpsons, and very strangely, it was the episode where they go to the superbowl, which obviously had football players, and, and this is the particularly odd bit, vincent price.
and now i have to try to get to bed at like midnight or something tonight. i've got less than a week to readjust my sleep schedule. it's gonna be like having jet-lag.