April 14th, 2002 CE

Vague recollections of my dreams from last night.

One of my dreams had my current room-mate, Aaron, and I, in a house which had the layout of our former house, but the location of our current one. We were there, trying to salvage some of the furniture we'd been forced to leave there during the course of our moving from our last house. At some point, our former theiving, drunken asshole of a room-mate, Matt, came storming down from upstairs, wearing some kind of black cloak and wielding some kind of a weapon, bellowing about how we were "supposed to be out of here weeks ago!". I ran from the house, out to where Aaron's car was parked, which I climbed into the passenger's side of and locked the door. Matt was right outside, shaking his weapon - whatever it was - at me and yelling.

I had another dream at some other point, which I barely remember anything from. All I remember from it, in fact, was a character from the online comic strip, Adventurers!, named Gildward dying a terrible death while his friends lookeed on. He was hit by some terrible blow which not only sent him flying, but caused his flesh to be burned from his bones, in such a way that I got a good look at his agonizing disintegration, his bones beecoming visible as his flesh was seared away. It was horrible to watch.