It is 6:12 am and I just woke up after having an intense dream.

Here is a picture of me doing something called bookcrossing. I am releasing a Doctor Who book out into the confines of a T.A.R.D.I.S.



In my dream I had become friends with a young woman named McCall. She was having a party at an apartment building that was still under construction. Whilst there, I met my friends Sam and Casey (Casey, Sam and McCall are classmates of mine). Casey and I were drinking (which I don't, but used to) Alabama Slammers and having a nice chat with Sam.

Suddenly some threatening men come upon us. Casey and Sam were being held by these men, who were holding their mouths with one hand, with one of their respective arms being held behind their backs (in a stressed position). Anyways, they were coming after me, but I had been sitting on these unfinished steps in the apartment building construction site. I had taken a few steps backwards up the stairs, and so had an advantage over my would be assailant. I was confronted by this young man that was part of the nerdowells that were attacking my friends. I took out my butterfly knife and drove it down hard into his throat, and he died nearly instantly.

Later I was in police custody, where it was determined that I acted in self defense. After being released from the jail, I was carrying a huge glass jar. It was like a huge olive jar, that is just a straight glass tube with a lid on it. I was walking down Interstate 89 (where I had once picked up a hitch-hiker) just north (). In my dream the highway is pretty curvy and there is a weigh station. It is on the bank of a river. It is dark, and I am carrying this down the highway, hoping not to get into another incident with the police, when up ahead I see the emergency lights of a state police vehicle.

I thought to myself, uh-oh. This is what happened next. The officer (who was named Officer Varrin Swearingen, is a member of the free state project, whom I don't believe I have ever had occasion to meet). Anyways, Officer Swearingen is running towards me yelling: "Did you ring this bell? DID you ring this BELL?!" I answer in the negative.

All of sudden there is a loud bang, and the sound of scraping metal and the smell of burning rubber. I look to my right and there is an 18 wheeler on it's side and jackknifed. I look back at the state trooper. His back is to me, and he has got a huge whole in the back of his shirt and he's bleeding. He is now being held by men wearing balaclavas with guns drawn. I look back over to the semi, and it just happens to be from the Remington firearms company. I decide to run for it, abandoning my very large glass container.

I am trying to hide from the people that evidently were stealing guns. I run into the river, but it is to shallow to dive under and hide. One of the truck hijackers is trying to get me. It is now dawn, and everything that was dark is now becoming visible. I find some low overhanging vegetation, which I am hiding in. The hijacker is looking for me, with his glock poised and ready to kill. My heart is racing. He's about to come under the canopy in which I am hiding.

That is where I woke up. It was a really scary dream.

Now for the video of the week. I needed something that was mega-chill, so I found this video.

The Orb: "Oxbow Lakes"