Yeah...gotta start writing a little more again...been awhile...

Anyway, the Dream...

I was at a high-school, I do not remember exactly why. But later they had a peice of art, a horse sculptue that I did when I was in high-school, and I wanted to find it and buy it back. As I as walking down the sidewalk, lots of trees on either side, at some point I was instead of searching for my sculpture, I was fleeing from someone who wanted to kill me. Now is wasn't the kind of fear from a truly horrifying dream, but none-the-less when someone wants to kill you it isn't overly nice. One of the teachers from the school tried to help me, and took me to an internal well secured room of some sort. Felt like I was locked in some sort of vault. It even had some warning flares that we set off.

As is the way with dreams, all my security did me ablsolutly no good what-so-ever, and this guy pretty well walked right in. When we asked why he wanted to kill me he stated that because I was "anti-anger myspacing" (implying that I never wrote anything upset or angry)... WHAT!? My last though before and into waking... "WHAT!? Have you ever read anything I've written!"

I woke up nearly laughing it was so bizzare.

...less computer time might do me well too, always a bad sign when you start dreaming it - I spent way too much time last night working on the new website for "Katalyst of Disaster"...coming soon...