I didn't need to be up this early...

...but I am. I will tell you why. I think I am having a recurring dream. When I had it this morning I felt like the setting and the feeling was incredibly familiar. But at the same time I know my head can deceive me and I may never have dreamt that before. But I am pretty sure I have. I decided to wake up because it is one of those dreams that fill you full of anxiety. I know there is a bunch of what appear to be demons flying around. But I think they started off as human and I think I was in a church. Now I was either being baptized or taking communion, I don't remember which. When the pastor turned into a snarling green eyed slack jawed drooling demon. I remember the stench of terror was filing my nostrils. I wasn't the only one in there. There was a churchload of people. A lot were dying. Or at least their souls were being condemned. A lot of the demons had these cracking whips that were wet with fire and children's tears. There were people grasping everything they could that hung off my body screaming at me to save them. But I was just trying to save myself.

There was this pit in the middle of the room that looked like it contained a tornado of fire. It was terrifying to see. There was this smell in the air. Imagine what hopelessness smells like and I think that was it. Probably death and sulphur. That is the smell of hopelessness to me. I remember no matter what direction I ran, I ended up back in the centre of that room. I could not get away from it. There was no exit. I felt claustrophobic and hot. The dream keeps going on like this for a while. Then I realize at some point that the tornado of fire is my only escape from this. So I grab this baby girl that is nearby, and I jump into it. But that is when the dream always ends. I wake up. It sure feels real to me at the time. I wake up with my heart pounding out of my chest and it hurts a lot. I am still tired and I didn't need to be up this early. But I wanted some kind of record of this dream down while it is fresh. It fascinates me because I don't think I have had a re-occuring dream before.

People these days, including me, are pretentiously obsessed with finding out what dreams mean. Though in the end. I am sure it just means I have a lot of shit in my subconscious like everyone else. But dreaming still interests me. Since I stopped smoking pot on a regular basis, I dream a hell of a lot more. I don't think I dreamt at all really when I was smoking pot a ton of times a day. So that is my story of the morning. Calgoary got there asses handed to the last night by Detroit. But you can tell it will be an intense playoffs. A lot of bad blood between these teams. I am coming into Toronto tonight. I am pumped about it. I get to see my darling Will. I am sure I will see Nicole, Mike, Dave, Kayla, and Jimmy at some point. But that I am just darn plain excited for. I think Kayla is coming down from the Prof party with Jimmy after. That boy-o hopefully got me acid. I am hoping to go to the Comfort Zone again this weekend. I was invited by Syd to go out Saturday night.

Why not? She is as good of kid as they come. I am sure she dances like a son-of-a-bitch. I have been listening a lot to the new Odious Mortem album Cryptic Implosion. All I got to say is "whoa". It is very good. I mean very good. More then technically proficient. I won't get to much into that. All you lame asses don't appreciate good music because you sit around and do the pendulum pit on yourself all day. Oh, that is when you stuff your own balls into your own asshole to get off. I thought of it yesterday. The idea. Jimmy thought of the name. So now we have that and the juicer. I don't think I shared with all of you what the juicer is yet. It is when you drink a whole bunch of carrot juice. It cleans out your bowels and gets rid of all the shit that has been lining your intestines for months. So when you shit you shit black. But anyways, so yeah you drink the carrot juice, then you take a shit on his her/face and in the mouth.

That is what you call juicer. Now kids. Don't try that without express permission from your partner first. Or until they are sleeping at least. Haha. The biggest reason I wrote that out for you all was so that I could picture Lesley's expression while reading that. One of the most easily disgusted lovely ladies I know. Shocking that she likes me huh? But my dashing good looks are irresistable. Which is why a jew would love me even if I was Hitler. Well I am excited to see all my friends in Toronto this weekend. I miss them dearly. To those of you who don't live in Toronto. I guess I will just keep on missing. Mainly Jon and Lesley. I miss you two a hell of a lot. But off I go. Smoke cigarettes. Drink coffee. Prepare for work. Etc. Ballsack.