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2002-06-24 - 8:15 a.m.
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i keep my visions to myself...fleetwood mac

here's what i dreamt last night:

i was a photo journalist in an unnamed foriegn country under the rule of an unknown dictator. so, i'm in his inner sanctum, taking pictures while he does dictator like things, and this guy, ray, who i used to go with in high school, was a reporter. so, we leave his heavily guarded compound, and suddenly, it's night out, and we're walking down a street. we find one of our contacts, a local man, crumpled up in the doorway of an empty storefront. we pick him up, and find out that he has been beaten by the dictators guards. we walk him to where we are staying. hotel rooms that are above a supermarket. ? so, we walk into the supermarket, and it's very american. big, well lit, wide aisles, lots of stuff. anyway, we're standing in front of a bunch of elevators waiting for one to take us up to our room. suddenly, the doors open, and out come all these beautiful black women. out of every single elevator. they're dressed to kill, and got the hair working. they come out, "ooh childin'", and "uh-huh-in'", while they basically swarm the store. they come up to me, touch my face, physically turn me around, grab my ass, and comment on my physicla appearance. it's quick, and intense, but not sexual. i'm basically being inspected, perused, or whatever. so, i'm at defcon 5 shyness wise. i'm catatonic. i'm looking straight down at my shoes, i can't speak, i can't look anyone in the eye, nothing. i'm done. btw, while i was looking down at my shoes, i noticed i was wearing a GREAT outfit. brown diesel tennis shoes, light brown cords, wide striped plaid shirt in brown, and light blue. it was awesome. ANYway, our contact explains that the women are on the prowl for marriage material men. kinda like that alaskan dating show on fox. so, the women come from all over the world to cruise the streets of this unknown city, and find a man. i remember our contact trying to speak to me, and me not responding. so, he asked ray if i was okay, and ray answered with, "he's fine. he always gets like that" so, ray grabs my shoulders, leans in close, and whispers in my ear, "tone, i'll be right back. are you gonna be alright". i nod, mumble. he then proceeds to take our still beat down contact up to our room, while i stand there feeling how i feel, with no end in sight....the end

-take it / leave it-

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