Death?
I woke up, anyway. I think it started out as more of a game, like "The Game" with Michael Douglas and Sean Penn. People pretending to do things that they were only doing as a cover for something larger at work. Then I was just running the lead through the building like a series of levels to pass, only there was no real end.
Ah well, it was a strange dream to have awoken from. I decided not to go out to Junctions with Dave at 2:30 am because I was tired mostly, but also because I have an essay to start for philosophy today, and I wanted to have a full day to try to get a draft done. I also felt weird after going across the street and finding that, yes my room is very open to looking into from here, and yes I cannot pretend I didn't get up to trouble when I thought I had the anonymity of an alienated stranger. That feeling when I first arrived, of not knowing anyone, and thinking I was quite invisible, was shattered, and I reeled a little bit. It was sort of like going out to the street and trying the door on a van that has been parked there for weeks. The door is open, you look in, and there is all kinds of computer terminals, cameras, microphones, photographs and video tapes, and it's all your name, or face, or address. OK, that probably would have been more surreal; I didn't see any telescopes or cameras, but it killed the vibe.
I really want to go out next weekend -- Nothing due, and nothing to do except dance it out to some house music.
I'll post the essays later.
PEACE - Tristan
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