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I dreamt i was cleaning the downstairs bathroom(at our old house) and discovered a drama in the cabinet under the sink. A drama. WTF!? A mob drama, no less. Some kid had seen too much and was trying to avoid getting offed. I think it might have been Mokuba. His brother has(at least according to fanon) connections to the Yakuza so maybe that was it. I cannot begin to imagine what compelled my subconscious to have this happening under a sink. There was a large body count so maybe that was why i was cleaning. Later that night after it rained i went out to the backyard with a bottle of hand soap to wash the scorpions. At least it was something. For the last few days i have been soaking up Azrael's editorials at Outpost Nine and a few other humorously written personal accounts. This has resulted in my mind being awash in incoherent dialog, particularly when i wake up. During my 21 Day Challenge thingy i had managed to stabilize my sleeping schedule. When that was disrupted over the weekend i wound up sleepwalking into the living room to tell Mum about the jello coming down the walls. She tells me i sounded dismayed. I'd like to conduct an experiment to see if i can induce a sleepwalking episode but it would be rather difficult to maintain a consistent schedule since being able to retreat into sleep is basically the only way to preserve the brittle harmony in this house. Blarg...