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Whatever the fuck I was dreaming last night has haunted me all day, though no coherent semblance of cause and effect has yet come back to me. There was some part where I was in some boring, small, far-off city like Cortland or Gettysburg or some suburb of Boston... visiting someone I hadn't seen in a long time, who was like the girlfriend of a friend or something, and she'd like put on a bunch of weight but it wasn't that attractive (maybe because she'd become a Goth)... and there was this awkward little shopping plaza in Bronxville... and also this MASSIVE old house that I had to drive through, that was terrifyingly haunted, but we (whoever "we" were) wanted to set up shop there. This house was largely inspired by the old Girls School in Millbrook that's super-haunted-looking. There was also some part where I was in another house that was kind of like Starr's House but also a little like Aaron's house (Aaron being the kid from Los Angeles at whose house I played Sonic the Hedgehog for the very first time... so who knows when the last time I thought about THAT guy was), and there was this weird machine that sucked out your energy in order to do this or that chore or task for you, and it was kinda haunted by this guy, and we were all trying to trick the machine until we could get rid of it, and we were all really glad when we got it fixed/replaced/uninstalled/whatever... and the whole dream had this oscillating sense of guilt. Guilt about trespassing, guilt about accruing debt, guilt about people not being able to get in touch with me, guilt about driving too much... it was like various sensations of guilt at war with various sensations of exploration (a too-simple way of describing the masturbatory satisfaction of my own wanderlust)...