That's how it happens.

[45andaclover]

What I can remember consisted of me being engaged to a black man from NASA. I was still this age and entirely myself, but I was going to live with him and a bunch of other NASA people in a giant bunker in the middle of a paper factory. Each bedroom contined a bed inside a great big tent whih was hung with different shades of Indian fabrics and had lanterns extending from each corner. I Strolled about the house until I came outside and looked up, realizing that there were about 7 small planes in the sky, each one carwheeling and flipping about wildly, and somhhow I knew that four passangers had already thrown up. I was sitting on a wall with a man who claimed that we were getting hitched when, suddendly, a smiling couple burst from a side door and ran for one of the lauinch capsuls. The woman was crying something fierch, but still smiling, so my comrade on the wall began to laugh and clap in rythm with the countdown. I capsul shot to the cealind and truck it, because there wax no hole for it to exit from. This Giant Kidneybean-esque mass then began bouncing toward me and my wall comrade, and we fled to safety. When they came out, The woman was laughinh and the man crying. She kicked him in the shins and I fled again, but this time back indoors. I met my Fiance inside and we walked together, and as we did, he spoke to me of the fact that we had to make me "unclean" before the wedding, because he couldn't live down marrying a virgin. as we passed the tents to our own, I realized I didn't know this black man, I didn't want his babies, and I had to get away, so I punched him in the jaw and ran to the elevators. I sat inside of one and considered the fact that I had to marry this one man, that I had no choice. So my object then became to find someonw to sleep with before him. The dream gets quite personal at this point, but it involves me calling someone and a little girl (6-8?) picking up and telling me they aren't home. The dream goes on to be me on the phone to hear her and the person basically bashing me to pieces and revealing every horrible thing they think to the world and mostly just explaining that no one get second chances, be it arcade basketball or marriage. I hung up several times, but the conversation was still happening. I ran to my fiance's tent and basically shot him and when I left dream land, I think I was about to shoot myself. WOAH

And that it how I woke up this morning.

cheers!