While you were at the war: your mother went insane and your father became the leader of a paramilitary organization. gasoline became currency. bacon is now made of people. the dugnut is the coin of the petrol based currency. trolls and imps cannot be trusted, they have hearts of stone after all. Like actual stone. #lessonslearnedfromdreams

Originally a cooking school it became a culinary monastery after access was restricted by an earth quake. The best way to obtain access seems to be to crash through the ceiling in a car. The monks are extremely emotional about their calling and will pelt you with macaroons while speaking very harshly about your sexual orientation, questionable lineage, and bestial trysts for the interruption.

twins possessed by a super computer give excellent advice on the proper temperature of meat at a barbecue in a burnt out building. I ask the french girl to watch them. something about a corridor and building. My grandfather was there making model airplanes out of airplanes.

Ah shit.

Do you know how difficult this is? Dreaming it’s like Im carving a world out of ice. The details are delicate and beautiful and terrifying and crystalline. I carry these tiny ice castles back with me. But consciousness is like a desert and carrying these delicate things through the desert, well, the longer I carry them the less there is of them. By Noon there’s nothing. Some times I’m lucky and prescient enough to write them down. The words are like a copy of the delicate, detailed beautiful thing rough hewn in stone. They are far from perfect but they are there so that when I look a t the I can see the halo of the original.

At 7am all of those random details linked together they were connected
at 8am I still new why a computer had taken control of the twins. I also knew what they looked like.
at 8:30 I could remember what the french girl looked like and what her name was.
at 9:30 I still knew what color her hair was.

ah well

lesson learned from broken dreams: the eulogy was painful, a little less so when I discovered in front of an audience full of his class mates that I was not in fact responsible for the shooting death of close friends son. I was merely chosen based on the impression that I would deliver some moving words.

Lessons learned from dreams: Your other world counter part is better looking and more successful, he also has a cool apartment for you to hide out in while you’re trying to avoid the crazy dude in the pink metal suit.