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p.s. It irritates me at the
fact that no one can be
arsed to put a
yesterday and
tomorrow links in their
writeups...
(`¨» I worked out a way
to draw a wolf as an IRC
nick name. I swear this is what it consisted
of. Of course in the dream it looked like a real
silloute of a wolf. Looks
more like a frigging
hamster to me to be
honest.
I had moved to the
countryside and I was ordering plots of land via my
cellular phone. I should really clarify that despite this being the "countryside"
it was not your typical
fields and
trees; instead it consisted of
what appeared to be tree roots. It so foggy that day that
visibility was
limited to just 2 meters. I found the fog to be very unnerving as it seemed
to have a
life of it's own.
With my fear aside I was very pleased with my first plot of land that I ordered
two more plots in very close proximity. These plots of land were about 2.5
meters in diameter and as you reserved them they became illuminated like
an indiglo night light. Whilst negotiating the terms of the contract with the
estate agency (realtors) on my cellular phone I became disconnected. I started to get
scared because the fog seem to get thicker and coming towards me.
I left this part of the dream and was now a spectre-like being. I watched two
people huddled together over a computer in a cottage which I knew was the
estate agency. The woman was the agent and the man was a technician sent to
work out why the computer had disconnected our call. I think the technician
fixed it and as he left the cottage, the agent's partner enquired what was
wrong. The woman explained that the modem had failed.
Again I was transport from this part of the dream to my newly built mansion.
The cook had prepared a huge pot of giant pasta quils with ham. Marshall Mathers appeared to be my guest and was getting himself ready for supper. Then
it dawned on me that he may actually be going clubbing instead, I figured now
would be a good time to talk to him. My reasoning behind this was that perhaps
he might invite me to go along.
As I nervously tried to help myself to the food I asked if he was going out
after all. He said "yes" and then remarked that I probably knew all the best
clubs around here since I was a resident. I let out a fake laugh and continued
to spill more pasta. I told him that if we were in London I could tell him the
best spots to go to. I felt embarassed because he noticed I was making a right
pig's ear of trying to put the food on my plate.
As I tried to shovel the food that I had spilt back into the pot and made an
attempt to apologise for missing his London concert. He gave me a look that
could be best described as "Why would I care?" I explained that I left my
cellular phone on vibrate so I missed my friend's call to meet with him on the
night of the concert.