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Okay so I'm sitting here after having one of the weirdest visits ever. I'm not sure if you, gentle reader, know what its like to cope with a good friend visiting your house, becoming violently ill in the space of 5 minutes, then attempting to offer them any care and having to ring their parents to come and pick them up.
So its probably not that unusual that I feel a bit strange... off-puttting, that was. Anyway it is sort of strange enough to segue into my dream which I had between the hours of 1pm and 3pm. It was one of those dream sequences which are much longer in subjective time than I was actually sleeping, in this case encompassing 2 years or so of a 50-year period. Sort of like a more violent less socially important version of hackers, it involved kids in highschool blowing up a petrol station in Austin, Texas. I'm not sure if this ever happened, really, but I'm sure that some aspiring young lawbreaker once had the temerity to hurl a can of gasoline with a road flare taped to the side through the window of some establishment awhile ago, although I'm pretty sure that it was much more likely to be a police station.
So its probably not that unusual that I feel a bit strange... off-puttting, that was. Anyway it is sort of strange enough to segue into my dream which I had between the hours of 1pm and 3pm. It was one of those dream sequences which are much longer in subjective time than I was actually sleeping, in this case encompassing 2 years or so of a 50-year period. Sort of like a more violent less socially important version of hackers, it involved kids in highschool blowing up a petrol station in Austin, Texas. I'm not sure if this ever happened, really, but I'm sure that some aspiring young lawbreaker once had the temerity to hurl a can of gasoline with a road flare taped to the side through the window of some establishment awhile ago, although I'm pretty sure that it was much more likely to be a police station.
