Waking up and whoooa...

[drummingraccoon]

I'm pretty sure I just had a dream that was trying to convince me to join with all of the consolable tribes of the world to destroy the majority of the human race. The place I was in was a mixture of Bonnaroo and high school, though I bounced between there and some other places, sometimes going with my aunt and cousin and sometimes going with Brody. I waited in line for a long time to perform in some big auditorium, but when it finally came my turn, people started watching some acid mindfuck shit on a television and it sucked me into a whole different room where I found a book. This book is what explained to me why humanity needed to be taken out of the picture, but parts of it were left purposely unfinished for me to fill in. I remember writing, with my finger...

"...Because man destroys everything he touches."

Is it weird that I can read, write, drive, play music and interact with my environment like flipping on light switches in my dreams? Or are they even dreams at all? Sometimes they're more real than my waking life...

What the fuck is going on?