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everything will be like before

There are two establishments which have a bunch of rooms that offer different services, most are just for sleeping but this is unclear. There are these rooms that interest me more than others. In them there are these glass displays with female heads and you can do whatever you want with them. They are lined in 3 or 4 rows and some have blindfolds, they are all real, sexy women. I remember sneaking away from the others to craftily make my way to this room. I have to get by "security" and "curators" but I think the danger is mostly in my head. When I get into the room I'm very excited and I indulge myself by putting my fingers inside the female heads' mouths, they are alive and responding to me sexually.

When I get back, there's a group of my friends and Lev/Severyn who is somehow one person is building a sort of complex sundial on top of an antique table top. He's explaining how it works but all I can notice is that he's scratched the expensive looking table. When the "director" of the place comes over I quickly distract him and tell him that LevSeveryn is a great carpenter and that he should commission him to do a bunch of work, this works and we all walk through the doors into the MTV music awards.

we are watching the MTV movie awards and the show is really bad. The Judges are voting but are obscured by cameras and equipment, we can't make them out. One of the judges is an aging guitarist who mumbles something incoherent the other judge is Predator who comes out and leans over a banister to tell something to some intern. He has a large poster stapled to his chin, it's an Advertisement for some sort of merchandise or a vacation somewhere. "Welcome to our future" I say, to Brian I think. Next we are watching another performance, Asako is with us, we are elevated over some sort of gray stage with smoke machines and a group of performers are doing an 80's style routine, I say it looks like Madonna, Asako disagrees. Now the performers are kids and there are two of them who are wearing elaborate costumes and I find one of the two really cute. I try to point it out but as i do something goes wrong (it might be a wardrobe malfunction). At that time it seems like it's a big party but all the kids are being ushered into a train and we are in a train station. There is a photographer there that's for some reason a real asshole. One of the kids sprays water and it gets on him and he starts yelling and putting up a fuss. I tell him to relax because the party is fun but he starts being nasty to me telling me to get out of his face and how his equipment is really expensive, he also fake punches my face, stopping his fist close to my nose and making angry faces (I think I punch him, very lightly though, lighter than I wanted too.)

I'm in a sort of maze between buildings (I've been here before, maybe in a different dream or maybe at the beginning of this one), there are traps for wolves with dead deer carcasses in them. I think the photographer is now a hunter who laid the traps. I clear a bunch of traps and a wolf with a wolf cub walk through, they cross the street but now they look like a guy walking a dog.
It says in my head that the Taig will come again and everything will be like before, overgrown. I think Taig means Taiga, primordial forests up north.

back to normal

oh, I almost forgot to mention that I am officially totally broke. I have exhausted my financial coffers and for the first time in my "adult" life find myself in a bit of a pickle. On one hand I really enjoy the comforts of a modern urban dwelling but alas, it may be time to hit the road and do a little winter camping.

sometimes it's difficult to translate the meaning of my experience into words so I use other media at my disposal

It's been a while

Well as I expected, my blogging streak did not stand the test of time. I quickly switched my attention to other activities leaving the Earthling Diaries to collect virtual dust on the cyber shelf. But today I said to myself; Daniel, don't you have a lot on your mind that you'd like to shaare with the world? Than why don't you use that blog you created a while ago as a platform for your oration?

And so here I am once again, returning to continue the saga of my journey through the wisps and twirls of fate.

Getting Back on the High Horse

It's been a while since I've dipped the virtual quill in the cyber ink well. There is so much to talk about and so many things to discuss but from a galactic perspective absolutely nothing has changed. I've been motivated by someone who cares to continue my literary contributions to the amorphous void that is the Internet. I am still trying to figure out what good any of it does or if it does anything for anyone at all. I guess time will tell.

Broccoli World

Land of Plenty

I feel good today. As good as one can feel with the weight of the world upon his shoulders. It's a heavy burden but one that brings you down in order for you to be able to see what really happens beneath your feet. Sometimes one needs to shove ones face into the very shit that one produces to really comprehend what one is made of. It's not a pleasant task, getting to know one self, in fact it's a terribly messy and unsettling experience. Poking around inside the pits of your soul turns over some dormant stones.