
Hello and welcome to the page. These are little mind scraps I draw while in meetings, on the phone or just visual ideas that come to mind. If they inspire in any way the purpose of this blog has been fullfilled.
Friday, April 13, 2007
... I was going crazy. I still feel a little shaky and anxious. The first dream was me, in bed, here in our bedroom in Ville Bazy. I left and went to party at Steve M's house. The details of this are vague. I went back home, climbed into bed and Muriel was already there asleep. Suddenly her hand began to twitch violently. A deep Satan-like voice started saying something that I can't remember and her hand leaped onto me. It started squeezing my face, choking me, pulling my skin, all the while that voice kept talking and Muriel still fast asleep. I held it off the best I could but it kept breaking through. The phone rang. The hand dropped lifeless. It was Nate and Steve. Nate said "Man, you sure don't fool around do you?"...

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