my dreams keep seeming to get stranger latly at least i am remembering them after i wake up. wish i remembered them all but i don't. sometimes I wonder if I am having wirians normal psycho analytical dreams for him seeing as most of them latly seemed to contain his friends and some strangers more than my own. but I digress because last night most everything was my own.. I think..

last night while sleeping I drank far too much at the bar then went home where i dropped my bookbag on the picnic table on the poarch and hung out with chibifrog in the yard for a while untill a kid came walking thru he seemed a bit shady the way he was mulling around the yard so i was watching him and when he grabbed my bag i chased him into the back yard and shot him in the head as he tried to scale the fence. he dropped the bag on my side and fell onto the neighbors yard where he embarassingly admited that he never thought that stealing would get him killed and told me how sorry he was I told him it was alright and explained that my bag was important to me. next I went upstairs and borrowed a dress from agnes whitch even tho I tried and tried i couldn't get the colar to work on but she was a sweetie and tucked it in correctly showing me how it worked. Then it was off to the event there was a secret meeting before the event to let everyone know not to talk about god the event coordinators where shure any mention of god would get their funding cut. It was weird being filmed at a event where the only rule was "dont say anything about god".then i changed clothes and cought a ride with a person i didn't know thru the snow in the dark to school. strange and interesting place it was too tv's in every classroom where programed by a student group and while announcements where made over them a collage of semi random film clips would play I wondered if anyone was trying to subconciously program the students and figured in the end that they must have. all the students sat in their assigned groups on benches attached to the walls of warm and warm colored dimly lit rooms other than the black tv's mounted on wall brackets, hanging lights, and red plether bench coushins everything else was made of unfinished wood. I met my group three boys and a girl the one who struck me the most was one of the guys who wore a jean jacket he had a pouch and habitually lounged on the bench. after meeting them i left my bag and went to have a look around but on returning i found that my group decided I probly wasn't coming back and had devided my things amougnst themselves (remember the bar at the beginning? around this time i was starting to get very drunk) this wasn't too bad tho because as they dug into their things to find mine and return them i got to see what kind of stuff they had the jean boy had allot of metal things. we all layed down for a nap and then feeeling clearer headed I realized i had lost my shoes probably at the bar so i cought a bus back. luckily chibifrog was walking thru town when I got there and she told me we should hurry to the bar as they where probably taking the conteints of their lost and found to goodwill down the street. we made it there just in time to see them push a large rack of clothes, the last of there stuff they where dropping off, in. they let me look thru what they where donating but i didn't find my shoes.