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[17 Apr 2008|01:40am] |
Lately I haven't really felt...creative. At all. As in I put a pen to paper and nothing too impressive happens.
( I just tried to draw )
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[17 Apr 2008|03:25pm] |
Last night I had a dream about the upcoming election and I was at The Voting Place which was a huge outdoor concrete structure with stairs and railings everywhere and too many levels. Thousands of people were running in each possible direction trying to vote for the next president. I kept running into people I went to high school with who told me which person they were voting for. About each chosen candidate I thought "what a bad decision, why are you voting for that person?" When asked who I was voting for I said "uh, no one" and this statement was met with harsh scolding each time it came out of my mouth.
I don't know how I got to The Voting Place. I mean I was just thrust there against my will, I think. I was in a hurry the whole time, but my hurry was to get out, while every one else's was to VOTE VOTE VOTE.
Soon things turned into a dramatic, scary life-or-death situation with a chase through the masses voters. I was trying to save the life of a boy. I do not remember details about this part.
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