Lets rewind to the stress inducing overcrowded home full of bratty kids and invasive bossy adults. Their lack of peace and privacy. Mom's overbearing exboyfriends. The inability to escape. A stress feeding powerstruggle.
The next week. A certain computer lab that was running existance simulations. Maybe the computer went haywire and thats why its existance blurred the lines of which "dimension", as in plane of reality, it was on. It began arcing and "fixing itself" becoming more capable to commit "Weird Science". Since I was its user it had an affinity for me. It created CD's out of thin air. Then it took on a human form. Why it chose the particular friend it did Im unsure, but she left and went to the under reconstruction zone down the street. I noticed the cd's it had created had become a stack of paper in their shape. Everything that it instantly manifested had ost its material form and was just paper. I was worried she might have the same fate, so I went after her.
The construction men seemed to be clearing the debris of scrap metal that was there and discussing plans for a desgner restaraunt/club, with a retail store on the other side of the parking lot. I think time must have lapsed because instead of the unfinished building I was in, it shifted to the semi-finished club complete with people in cocktail lounge outfits.
Since time had shifted I decided to check the basement level again. An awkward bondage scene. I say awkward because it was hard to tell if the people that were bound wanted to be. It was as if they were mesmerized into it. It was also weird because the bindings werent be operated by anyone but bound and moved like some poltergiest. Then I felt the pull of this sticky human flytrap. I easily fought it off and went back up stairs.
But now the cocktail lounge patrons were no longer chic and classy, they were zombies! The building was less finished as if I had moved backwards through time. I grabbed a pipe that seemed to be left there from construction and started swinging my way throught the mass of zombies. By the time I had reach the other side of the room to the open doorway my arm was tired and wished I had a staff. Something lighter with a longer range. Although it wouldnt matter too much I still havent gotten proficient with the staff yet.
and last night school, Pat the Bus Driver, college, dorms, Rome, GA. Dad.
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