11 September 2006

Lincoln. Asteroids. NYC.

Abe Lincoln asked me what I wanted from life. I told him and he wrote it down in a book of lined paper like you would get in Third Grade English.

Some more sleep paralysis, which seems to only happen when I lay on my back. I also controlled the dream to make up the ultimate video game (which involved asteroids dominating the sky, read-smeared and fiery, and rocks hailing down, and lots of natural disasters, aliens, A-10s, plasma guns, etc.).

I also dreamed I had an apartment in NYC near the top of a skyscraper and I could look out over the whole city.

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