Weird-assed dream...With everyone from MsA to Dom to Simon..to...

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It was some sort of 'End of the World' thing going on..and I remember that just about everyone was dead, and it was SO QUIET..I remember looking down this long grassy ravine, and seeing this near-endless line of animals coming down out of a tree...first, a mother bear and her cub..then, a cheetah that came straight for me, but was unable to get up the hill..it was chasing the bear family, but saw me and changed direction. On and on, the animals went.

Then, I was being chased in some empty, echoing 'scientific' facility, and JUST managed to slam and lock this glass door with a reddish-brown curtain on the outside. I was TERRIFIED that it was a monster or the animals..'cos the animals were intelligent..and MIGHTY pissed. Well, I am crouched down, holding the door..and the curtain outside begins to slip aside as whoever it is is beating on the door...and suddenly, (!) there is the little girl, Elizabeth, from, 'The Waltons', and some little red-haired boy..telling me to 'Run! NOW!'...So, I did..I was wearing a brown *dress*, and my hair was long again.

I was running down the hallway, and passed this sekrit room, and stopped, fascinated...it was row upon row of televisions -- a wall of them, like....and there was this makeshift 'teepee' showing on it -- all ragged and 'Mad Max-looking', and in it lived DOM. These people were observing him, studying him, like; and one of them was MsA...she was taking notes, and tapping her pencil. They were wondering why he survived. He was really nonchalant, coming out of the teepee and stretching luxuriously..and hanging up his laundry, of all things -- all his clothes were gray. He had a big cooking pot rigged up, and didn't seem at all afraid. He was smiling up into the sunlight, smoking; and I thought it was really odd...'cos 'Lost' hadn't started on television yet. I wanted to know where he had gotten the cigarette, 'cos I really could have used one at that point.

Next thing I know, I am outside, and there is this 'train' loading all these tired-looking refugee people onto it -- it looked more like an old-fashioned roller coaster, or a line of coal cars..but it was painted red, and really rusty. I saw that my name was on this 'list', and I was really relieved, and saw that Simon was on the train, and that there was nowhere else to sit but in the car in front of him. So I got in, and sat down..knowing that we were all going to 'the new colony' of the people that were left..and had been categorized in some way..not by race or anything, but by personality/skills..I sat down, trying to act like I didn't see Simon, but he reached forward and lifted my hair from my neck and whispered that he had managed to save me a seat by telling the people in charge that he was 'a sexual predator'...and that no one wanted to sit by him after that. I froze with his breath on my neck, and he nuzzled it, saying that he 'couldn't wait to get there'.


WHAT THE FUCK EVER.

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You need to quit smokin' that peyote or something. :D