crazy ass dream last night...

in my dream, there was this secret organisation that stole females and sacrificed them for some reason or another. their headquarters was this little house that pulled a Harry Potter when you walked in (it became a fuckin huge factory inside). for one reason or another, it was on campus, and i kept trying to prove to everyone else on CPS (Campus Public Safety) that this place existed, but nobody believed me.

i'd go in there and steal my friends out, or at least try to... i can't remember why i was allowed in there in uniform, but when i was in street clothes they tried to keep me.

anywho, the girls that they had working in their factory (i remember the number 30,000 as one of the victims' estimation for how many girls there were) were housed in these floating dorms that in the morning shrank up to the size of a cracker... but at night the head of the factory would pull out the "crackers" and toss them on the water, and they'd almost sink, then flip over and bob up to the surface full-sized and ready for occupants.

every night, the factory owners would sacrifice 5 girls to something... it looked like the moon, but i never figured out exactly what it was... and they had a special cracker dorm reserved for the sacrifices to go into, from which they would be taken and... done whatever with. but it wasn't good. people went into that place and weren't ever seen again.

this place was horrible. the girls were incredibly unhappy there, telling me about how much they wanted to go back to their husbands and families... my friend Diedra was there, and i visited her once (in uniform, of course). she looked so hungry... the bread in this factory was always moldy, but the loaves were huge. and when i say huge, i'm talking a foot across, and four feet long. and always going bad.

i was woken up from this (incredibly detailed) dream by my cell phone beeping... but i wasn't awake enough to not still be dreaming. the dream just changed...

i was watching a tv, and there was a decomposing clown talking to me on it. he was green with white speckles all over him, and his eyes were bugging out. he kind of looked like Beetlejuice from the old version with Wynona Rider... then he morphed into an ex-boyfriend from high school, and came out of the tv. he made me eat crushed glass, and laughed as i threw up blood... then he got back into the tv (i died facing it), and began giving a horribly biased obituary, telling my life as my subconscious thinks he saw it.

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and people wonder why i hate sleeping.

Currently:
Reading: Ireland by Frank Delaney (i finally started it! hooray!)
Listening to: "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel