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[weegk]

I sit here awake, trying to make sense of possibly the coolest dream I've ever had. It's faded and jumbled now, but if I could accurately capture it, it would be publishable. At least that's how I remember it. First I was with Jonny Rashid and we got jumped by some dude, but unfortunately for him as he was about to make off with out money, a cop walked out of a story, so I tackled him and screamed for the cop. I'm not sure if she took him away, but next thing I was sitting outside the bar where we were celebrating Jonny Sez's 21st, and out of an ancient ATM, with like vines growing on it, money just started coming out. All the money I had lost, then Jonny's money, but in all different currencies. After that, I was after someone; I was like a detective. I kept getting clues from place to place, each one with $22 left. At the last one, the money was in an open guitar case, and as I was examining it, he tried to cut my head off with a samurai sword. I dodged, and acquired a make shift weapon from a nearby picnic table. We had a crazy fight, and he cut the thing I was fighting with in half, and it flew up in the air and landed behind both of us. As he was closing in for the kill, I pushed him backwards, and he landed on my sharpened picnic table piece. It was a death much like the priest in the Omen. I guess it was a bad thing that I killed him, because next thing I know a garbage truck it chasing me down the street. It's driven by Natalie Miller and two other girls. I try and lose them by darting down a back alley, but they see me. Soon it's me at a dead end with a truck speeding towards me. At the last second I climb over a fence and am out of harms way. In a seemingly separate part of the dream, I was in a cafe, which had my apartment above. Some beautiful thing had happened here, it was the scene for the best part of the dream, but I can't remember it. I lived above the cafe with my wife, Natalie Miller, who apparently no longer wanted me dead. The cafe looked like the one in Kill Bill, but the stairs went to the 2nd floor instead of a mezzanine. I was really in love with her, it was a good marriage, but she seemed so distant. In an effort to encourage me, her father met with me, and told me he was really glad I was with her. This was great because I never knew if he liked me, and these were the kind of feelings I never heard him express vocally. But I wondered why what I was doing was so good. She came down the stairs as me and her father were sitting in the cafe, talking to herself. She was staring off into space wondering what the point of life was and why she existed. I asked her father if she was a Christian, and to my surprise she wasn't. He said, "That's why I appreciate what you're doing so much, and the amount of love you have for her."

That's about all, and I could write more, but I'm not a great writer and I think what I've said is enough. I can see themes in my dream, and maybe it's from personal experience with these events, but I definitely see: be more generous, especially with money; love people regardless; the importance of encouragement; and general thoughts about marriage. I may write more when I wake up more, but things have been great in Philadelphia, and I'm terrible at keeping in touch. I also think this dream is a sign to check and see how Natalie is.