strange dreams. joe and i were moving to Donald E. Rumsfeld, OH. my mom and i went to visit the place i was going to get, and i walked done Donald E. Rumsfeld Ave. to a grocery store. they had a lot of large/ripe summertime-in-ohio vegetables (in stark contrast to middle-of-winter imported-from-antartic-vege-mines asparagus here in boston) and i knocked a huge eggplant over. then i needed to get car insurance with the town-sponsored car insurance place. they asked where i was living, and i had a hard time remembering (since it was a dream) but i did remember that the town was named Donald E. Rumsfeld. i was looking at a map trying to figure out what street i lived on, but it was actually a map of southeastern MA, not of OH.
then i was in an elevator with some of my (high school) friends, and one of those squid things from the matrix. i had a TiVo remote in my hand, and pointed it at the squid thing, hit power, and the thing turned off. one of my friends was playing/fighting with knives or swords or something. the other was talking about going to church. he said that he has to hold an almost entirely smoked cigarette, and what jesus really wants is for you to bring "little men" to church. now these "little men" weren't real people, they were something (i had no idea then, i don't know now) about the size of pieces of popcorn. i think they were moving.
to be honest, my friends doing that stuff doesn't surprise me at all.
joe and i just had the most painful bf1492 game ever. i had 191 points. i don't really want to talk about it.
i had a good run this morning, and now i'm tired.