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Wrote some in the tangible book today. Last night? So since then I have slept, had a good dream. Well, yeah good. A bit strange, but not fantastically fanciful somewhat frightening strange. Seemed real and I was confused as to why I was not in my bed whence I awoke. I was back in the states at my parents house living there with my brother, playing video games. Something DOTAesque. We were trading off CD keys or turns with the same CD key on different computers, or could only play together at times or some such. And I would write poetry (that's just a really funny phrase), not for or to him but he would read it and critique it, or write a poem on a similar topic or in a similar style and generally in response to mine and send it to me. It would always be more informed than mine, in the sense that it would reference some supposedly well known piece of current news, history, renowned author, something a learned and well read person would recognize. I say supposedly because I of course would have no idea what or who he was talking about, and would have to write back or shout to the next room sometimes, owning that I was not familiar with the events and persons referenced. At this point he would explain it to me in an older-brother kind of way and I would then understand the significance in his poem. Somehow my dad was observing it all and noting that I did not know that much about the world. The whole ordeal very much had a "let's educate the ignorant one" kind of feel. And although modestly humiliating, it was good because I was around my brother and in addition to learning about these topical points of significance, I did not find myself bothered by my lack of knowledge. It was as though I was satisfied to be able to make my points without relating them to previous incidents, but not unhappy with those similar cases being brought to my attention. The point? Perhaps that I feel I can get by on the fly, or on my own at any rate, as far as figuring things out and explaining them, but that there is also something to be gotten from understanding the words and actions of others on subjects in which I am interested. Seems pretty obvious and mundane for the point of a dream. Probably more nostalgia than anything as that is the feeling as of late. At night when I came out of the shower the noise and the smell and the air and the, mood were all so reminiscent of some part of Saudi I can see and remember, but do not have a name for. In Dhahran probably, some residential area so that or Abquaqe which I'm assuming I don't have much of a memory of. Still this was long ago, was it before the places and times of Mike and... those other kids? Ha, Mike with the hot older sister who I don't think I ever saw but heard stories about and my brother mentioned once or twice as knowing when Mike came up. He undoubtedly has more of a memory for the time as mine is incomplete at best. I should sit down and talk to him about it some time, ask him for some stories from my childhood, haha. Or just involving people I knew. I'm sure I would very much enjoy that. Ah, and I dreamed I went to sleep in my bed in my room at my parents house, in the felt sheets - those are nice by the way, as long as it's not hot. Mmm bedding. Living outside of this seems so desirable, I look forward so to appreciating life on my own. Also curious to see how this will all turn out so I can wait a few years. Well I feel somewhat drained and satisfied having gone through the dream again. As I finish up my mind turns to the matter of people reading this. Ha, so strange. Was that a random occurence? Or are there actually a few people that read this thing? Who are they? What are they like? Well there's my two lines for the rest of the world. Oh also are they hot? a/s/l? pics? webcam? k thx bye.