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* tek, 2008/03/29

I was at some party with parents, friends, professors, everyone... Against my better judgment, I got drunk/high off of some candy-type thing--like futuristic pixie sticks--along with a huge crowd of people. This is foggy, but we had a blast. The next morning, I woke up and the entire place was trashed. Grandpa Dietz was even there. I got up among the mess, and went to do dishes to ease my guilt. As I'm doing them, Dr. Lightsey (satellite control systems) comes out stumbling in his dorky khaki pants and button down long shirt. He makes an awkward speech about how he just came from his place and how he acted immaturely but he made some good business contacts. I think it was New Years. The dish washing was already almost complete, as the dish washer was full and I wasn't sure if it was clean or dirty. I rinse out some disposable casserole containers. I ask if anyone wants to keep them before I throw them away. Grandpa Dietz grabs a tall one with a lid and puts it under the stove (still dirty). My mom grabs it and says she'll wash it first.

* tek, 2008/03/30

I was fighting off a bunch of people again. I think my brother was there, along with three other people. We were at our old house on Townsend Ln, and we were all hunting one individual in particular. We couldn't find him, though. Eventually I see the person, and evil leprechaun-looking guy. He's got a sniper rifle in our 10 ft tall bushes in the back yard. I drop my hand gun and get my rifle. This is a high-powered rifle, but for some reason it takes shells that look more like 22 shells than the long bullets a gun like this would use. For some reason I don't alert everyone else. They're all out within sight of this guy's sniper rifle. Instead, I go and find my dad and frantically ask if he has more shells, cause I've got to kill this guy. It turns out my brother gets shot by the guy, but it's not serious. Someone else kills the guy. We go on vacation.

We're sky diving in a place similar to the grand canyon, although everything is green with plant life. The plane takes off from the top of the canyon on a grass strip. It's a Cessna 172, like the ones I used to fly. But, it's somehow longer to fit about 6 of us, and has a wide open bottom--like a C-130 might have at the back. Our chutes are like white little back packs, nothing too complicated. My brother is there with me. I'm pretty nervous the first time. I keep asking people how many seconds after I jump out should I pull the rip cord? Nobody gives me a serious answer. One person says 10 seconds, and I get pissed cause they're fucking with me. So, I don't go first, and follow someone else out. I pull the cord exactly when they do. It's all fun. I then go up again to sky dive. This time everyone else goes first, and I'm in the plane all by myself. I get ready to jump all confident, but then I realize I don't know when to pull the rip cord. And, I don't know where I should land. This place is the size of the fucking grand canyon. I jump out. Upon landing on the ground, someone tells me my brother died. I recall the gun shot experience back at home. But, it's not that. He died of cancer. I end up going back up in the plane to sky dive again. It's the same as usual. When I get down, I realize I missed the funeral. Everyone else went, but I didn't go. I go back home, feeling terrible because my brother died and guilty because I didn't go to the funeral. It's pretty strange that he died of colon cancer at such a young age. We could all die at a young age.

* anonymous, 2008/4/1

I was downtown on a weekend night with some friends. We're just starting out the night, and I get a call on my phone. The caller ID says it's Jia <lastname>, meaning the name/number was already in my phonebook. I have no idea who this person is. But, I answer it anyway. Jia is like, "Hey!!! How are you?? What are we doing tonight?!" I hesitate and say I don't really know yet, and ask what she's doing that night. The whole time I'm trying to figure out who the hell she is and how her number got in my phonebook. I continue talking to her for about half an hour, but never figure it out. Finally I tell her to come out and meet us at the next bar we're going to. After I hang up I ask my friends if they know who Jia is. Apparently I blacked out the night before, and Jia was somebody I met out the night before. Nobody knows exactly what happened later on. They do say she's hot, however. So we go to the next bar. However, somehow we all have our own liquor bottles with us. I start taking shots out of my Jager bottle, figuring I'd want to be drunk when Jia arrives. That's when I black out. I don't remember anything else happening. I wake up and somehow I'm at home by myself (this is still in the dream). I sit up and bed trying to figure out what the hell happened, remembering Jia. I finally remember that my friend Chad had negotiated with me to drive me home in my Z. It was a big deal cause he didn't drive stick. I agreed. Now I'm pissed because it's the second night in a row I've blacked out, and I still don't know who the hell Jia is. Even though I've apparently experienced her.