rehab week - day 8...

and on the eighth day...



(drawing from here)

i had another fucked up dream. this time, i was in this building, seemed like an apartment building or hotel or something. lots of glass. and balconies. there were all these samurai assassin looking people. japanese. with these robes on. and swords. i was in a room with all of them. i wanted to smoke, but i wasn't allowed to smoke on the room, so i walked down the hall, to this glass-enclosed balcony thing. so i'm standing there, smoking, overlooking some city, and all of a sudden they're all there outside the glass door. my little room is locked, and i'm not sure what they want, but i sense a mild hostility. then they're gone. i finish my smoke, and go back to the room, not sure what to expect, and the room is trashed. it looks like a big party had taken place. there were still people around. normal party people, and samurais. everyone was drunk. then i noticed my new laptop sitting there, completely destroyed. it was bent out of shape, concave, like a car had driven over it, and all scuffed and scratched. i was pretty upset. shit, i hadn't even had it for a week. stupid drunk samurais.

it's 5am, good night...

ryan