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. . . . . entries for 2.10.05 . . . . . Okay! Back. Now you get yet another random tangent before I actually say anything about the main body of what happened in Binghamton. xD Even more random: I am in a Strokes mood and I am not sure why. Joan Jett, too. Maybe just old punk rock-ish stuff in general. . . Moving on: I had this funny dream last night. I have funny dreams pretty frequently lately, but this one was kind of like a bad roleplaying game, and I was the protagonist, which was pretty exciting. The plot was murky, but it went something like this - see if you can catch the nerd/gaming/Shermanesque motifs which appear. It started off with a newscast announcing that some South Asian city - geographically in the region of Bombay or something, they showed it on a map - had been swallowed up by a gigantic, slimy squid monster from the sea. (Hint hint: It's a little Lovecraftian.) Meanwhile, there was general havoc being wrought on the home front - a number of bizarre monsters, including at least three breeds of mutant deathmongering horses, were running rampant here in Niskayuna. So there was called a meeting of the minds - a sort of monster ass-kicking squad, if you will, which seemed to consist mostly of my friends, which are mostly RPG nerds. I supposed their expertise would come in handy in this ridiculous scenario. So before I went to the meeting - which was in a room suspiciously reminiscent of a combination of Hirota-Morris' classroom and the briefing room on board the landing pod in the beginning of FFVIII - I tried to call Shannon up to tell her about it, or warn her about what was going on, or something. And I could not remember her number. It was ridiculous - I spent a good twenty minutes, in the dream, flipping out because I was incapable of dialing my best friend's phone number. Anyway. Eventually I got to the meeting, and at least three people I expected to be there - Shannon included - were absent. I feared the worst. I was briefed on the various freakish things running around, including the three breeds of horses, one of which, I think, was winged. From that point forward, though, I think I woke up or something because I don't remember the events too distinctly. It was still a wicked awesome dream. :P Next post I'll mention actual Binghamton, show-related, Charlie-related things. I swear.
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