five thousand shades of blue

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

Running, running, running, trying to escape. Outside, dark, ominously lit old mansion, moonlit trees. I am with two friends I haven't talked to in some time, who are confident that putting chain locks on the bark of the tree will keep our would-be captors from reaching us. I am not so sure, and I know I could find them to keep them from finding me, if I only had peripheral vision: I am seeing everything with blackened edges in the aspect ratio of a television screen.

I blame this dream on last night's 24.

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