January 24th, 2004

Mystic

Dreams A La Mortal Kombat and Kung Fu Chaos

I had the dream again, where I have to assemble a group of ordinary people to fight the forces of darkness in a laundromat in Eau Claire. This time, I managed to convince Steve Buscemi to come and fight with his "dope-ass Monkey God style". When I walked into the laundromat, he was in a black and white suit (a la Things to Do in Denver); he asked to change, and came back in saffron robes with fringe-covered beads that dripped green poison. His eyes started glowing red, he said "For the sake of Monkey!", and began fighting the NES-style monsters that always show up about that time.

I never get used to this dream, because it usually happens after the dream where I have to join a group of people killing hostile aliens. No change last night.

Her eyes are staring at me
Empty as the sky
In this moment of tranquility
I realize that this is 'goodbye'
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