No Gas for YOU! Dream, et. al.
3/14/06
I was at an empty gas station owned by Arabs, and trying to pay for gas with a credit card - only I kept signing my name wrong. It was like I was doing it on purpose just to piss them off.
Scene switched: I was riding a unicycle down a dark, deserted street.
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3/16/06
Was in a sort of office building or hospital, which suddenly turned into a giant train, that was moving slowly and precariously over a cliff. I was a small boy, and was stuck to the outside of the train like a magnet, as it moved around consuming and transforming everything around it and in it's path.
I was at an empty gas station owned by Arabs, and trying to pay for gas with a credit card - only I kept signing my name wrong. It was like I was doing it on purpose just to piss them off.
Scene switched: I was riding a unicycle down a dark, deserted street.
***********
3/16/06
Was in a sort of office building or hospital, which suddenly turned into a giant train, that was moving slowly and precariously over a cliff. I was a small boy, and was stuck to the outside of the train like a magnet, as it moved around consuming and transforming everything around it and in it's path.
posted by Apollo's Mermaid at 9:20 PM
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