mood: drymusic: 'computer world' by kraftwerk

last night i was busy in the thralls of a high action dream. i can't remember every detail, but it was vaguely reminiscent of a 'die hard' movie.

it involved me driving down wilshire with 3 people randomly chosen from my life, and two different and totally unrelated groups of bad guys. the first group only had pistols and a beat up car, but the second was in the possession of automatic weapons and a police cruiser. i spent most of the time dodging bullets and then trying to lose the tail in my loud-as-hell 60's orange bronco.

then a riot broke out in west l.a. and something important but charmingly irrational happened to get rid of both enemy groups and i was in the 10th floor of a high rise having a quaint japanese dinner with the girl whose life i saved and her family. her name was sandra. i don't know why.

then when i woke up, i realized i had been sleeping on my arm. normally this doesn't happen. it just doesn't. i was half-asleep but still really fucking scared; i couldn't move my arm at all. i couldn't even feel anything on the skin on my arm. for a minute or so i used my good hand to support the dead weight of my other arm. i kinda freaked out, but i was still half-asleep, so it wasn't much other than thrashing around a bit to get the blood flowing back into my arm. then i felt the tinglies rushing by and i instantly passed out again.

not a routine night.

---Goei---