uhh actually yeah im pretty sure this is what happens, everyone goes off and does there own thing. everyones too wrapped up with drugs or 15 year olds. and everyone has an asshole in their end.
Two nights ago I had this dream. You were in it. Apparently we died in some kind of accident and earned ourselves a one-way ticket to purgatory. We were transported to completely different ends of the purgatory spectrum. You unfortunatelty wound up in the more dreary side and I appeared in the more surrealist side. In the dream you called me. Somehow we had the only working phones in purgatory. Your call interupted my wedding ceremony with a women I just met. The wedding was taking place in a closet.(lord knows what kind of unconscious messages are hidden in that scenerio). I told you I was getting married. You couldn't care less. Your only concern was to get away from shadow creatures with yellow eyes lurking at the bottom of the metallic hill you were sitting on. The creatures wanted your phone. Eventually you fell into a dream crevice and teleported to an ultraviolet desert. You wandered around for what seemed like hours passing nothing but old abandoned gas stations. Finally you ran into a stranger that came outta nowhere and asked you the time. After that the dream gets a little fuzzy. The last thing I remember is me coming out of the closet with my FEMALE wife as we were cheered and congradulated by a room full of circus freaks.
Anyway, that's the jist of it.
...I think that dream is really suggestive of strong bisexual tendancies at work.
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