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Dreams last night:
secret subterranean passageways in metro tunnels, searching for a secret transistor bulb or some such (a scientist needs it to save the bees, but I have concerns about his ulterior motives.) My dad is leading me through the tunnels, I almost lose him, he is picking me up from my study abroad and taking me home. I have to hide my cigarettes from him. Running away from the police, who have dogs after me; I find a playground with fake human-suits strewn everywhere, because some college students just had a party where the theme was nudism, but they weren't actually nude, they just had nude suits. I hoist myself up to the monkey bars and drape the human-suits around me to throw off the dogs and the cops. It almost works but I fall out, have to keep running. The subterranean tunnels open into an old man's junk shop, behind a bookshelf-door. He is smuggling us like it's an underground railroad. A family has moved into the tunnels and converted them into a comfortable suburban home.
A rich man decides to take Bryan and I out for a spin in his speed boat. We zoom down a river like it's a road, with impossible water formations that defy the laws of physics. The driver is reckless and keeps making ridiculous turns and jumps. It's pretty fun. We eventually reach our mystery destination: a hidden lagoon in the mountains, insanely exotic-looking and beautiful, with cliffs and waterfalls and caves, and it turns out to be a fancy party resort based around a prison for women; every night the prisoners are released to sing and dance in elaborate shows, then they return to the prison. An entire tourist industry has been built around this insane lagoon of felonious show girls. There is booze everywhere, nice hotels, tiki torches, rides, frat boys, and I am out of money but the rich dude doesn't want to pay for my drinks.
Then a woman has her baby stolen by a large bird of prey, and I have to find the bird and beat it into a pulp, but it keeps biting the crap out of me and meanwhile the woman won't save her baby from the water. I am angry at the woman for being so stupid while this bird rips up my hand.
This is almost every night. I think I might be going insane?
secret subterranean passageways in metro tunnels, searching for a secret transistor bulb or some such (a scientist needs it to save the bees, but I have concerns about his ulterior motives.) My dad is leading me through the tunnels, I almost lose him, he is picking me up from my study abroad and taking me home. I have to hide my cigarettes from him. Running away from the police, who have dogs after me; I find a playground with fake human-suits strewn everywhere, because some college students just had a party where the theme was nudism, but they weren't actually nude, they just had nude suits. I hoist myself up to the monkey bars and drape the human-suits around me to throw off the dogs and the cops. It almost works but I fall out, have to keep running. The subterranean tunnels open into an old man's junk shop, behind a bookshelf-door. He is smuggling us like it's an underground railroad. A family has moved into the tunnels and converted them into a comfortable suburban home.
A rich man decides to take Bryan and I out for a spin in his speed boat. We zoom down a river like it's a road, with impossible water formations that defy the laws of physics. The driver is reckless and keeps making ridiculous turns and jumps. It's pretty fun. We eventually reach our mystery destination: a hidden lagoon in the mountains, insanely exotic-looking and beautiful, with cliffs and waterfalls and caves, and it turns out to be a fancy party resort based around a prison for women; every night the prisoners are released to sing and dance in elaborate shows, then they return to the prison. An entire tourist industry has been built around this insane lagoon of felonious show girls. There is booze everywhere, nice hotels, tiki torches, rides, frat boys, and I am out of money but the rich dude doesn't want to pay for my drinks.
Then a woman has her baby stolen by a large bird of prey, and I have to find the bird and beat it into a pulp, but it keeps biting the crap out of me and meanwhile the woman won't save her baby from the water. I am angry at the woman for being so stupid while this bird rips up my hand.
This is almost every night. I think I might be going insane?