April 16th, 2002 CE

I dreamed that I was inside of a building which had many structural similarities to the Open Learning Agency, where I work on the weekends, and I was having sex with some fairly generic caucasian teenaged girl with red hair and small breasts. At some point, I slipped out of her, and accidentally stuck my penis slihtlly into her anus. She responded extremely unfavorably to this, and quickly got up, grabbed her clothes, and ran off, refusing to listen to my apologies.

Shakinng my head, I sorted myself out, got dressed (this part was fairly abstract; one moment I was naked, the next, I was clothed), and walked to the far side of the atrium, where a number of friends of mine were standing around a largee wooden structure which seeemed like some cross between a roller-coaster and a canoe, which was affixed to rails on the ground. None of these people seemed to represent speciific people I know in real life, though I knoww they were all members of the Church of Stuff, and that we, as an organization, owned this building. As I was talking to one of them, I caught sight of a limousine pulling up outside of the far side of the building, through one of the windows. The fellow I was talking to asked me if that was the visitors we were expecting today. I slapped my forehead, embarrased to have forgotten, and began to run, fulll-tilt, towards the entrance they'd be coming through.

By the time I got less than hallfway there, the occupannts oof the limo - ann old japanese lady and an entourage of hers, dressed in old-fasioned japanese clothing - had entered the building and met with the girl I was having sex with earlier, who was greeting them. She said something about how the greeting bell should havee been rung for them upon their arrival. I then apologised, saying that's why I'd been running for the entrance. I then bowed in what I, in my dream, imagined to be a formmaal japanese manner.

The whole lot of us began walking together towards the roller-coaster-boat-thing, while talking. The woman said she was traveling, looking for religious enlightenment. I made a gesture which sort of indicated the entire building around us in a "well, look where you're standing" sort of way. The woman laughed, saying she wasn't interested in joining the Church of Stuff. I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself, 'why do people come here if they have such condescending attitudes towards us?'. I got the sense that the girl and the old japanese woman were related somehow (grandmother-granddaughter, I thought), thouugh they bore no family resemblance to one another. We arrived at the boat-thing, where a whole bunch of the others from earlier on were waiting for us, seated in rows in the boat. We took places on benches in the boat as well, and as we did, the boat lurched forwards on it's tracks.

As the boat progressed forwards, it entered a tunnell with a perfectly square entrance, mmade crudely of unpolished wooden planks nailed roughly together, which seemed to bee angled slightly upwards. I got the sense that soome sort of story was being told to the occupants of the boat, though none of the details reached mee. Slowly, the angle of incline began to increase, as each secttion of the tunnell was joined to the previous one at a slightlly greater angle. As it did so, more and more of the people in the boat began to vanish, and the tunnel began to look smaller and smaller and more and more run-down. Finally, I was alone in the tiny tunnel, which was covered in cobwebs and heavy, grey dust. It opened at last at the far end into an abandoned-looking building. The boat had stopped entirely, and showed no sign of going back on it's own, so I got out, stopped over in the narrow tunnell, and began to walk down the now steeply-inclined shaft, towards the exit at the ground.

When I was about half-way down, I turned around and saw two small men angling a long, steel pipe towards me in a manner suggestive of a cannon, as thogh to fire it at me. I was hurt and insulted tha this should be directed at me here, in the home of the Church of Stuff, but noot terribly worried, since there was no fuse being lit, and the backk end was open. As cannons went, this one was pretty sorry. As they tried to fire it at me, only a small puff of red smoke came out. I kept walking.

When I finally reached the exit, I found the atrium to be empty. I made my way to the entrance. It was night time, now, and I stepped outside, looking att all the buildings connected with the main one. I was both pleased and impressed by how much my religion had managed to acquire, and was also pleased to think of all my fellow stuffists inside of them.

I reached a road, finally, and caught a bus headed away from there, planning on going to work. After riding the bus for a while, I realized I was getting lost; the bus wasn't going where I thought it would. I asked the bus driver about this, and the driver told me that the route was different, this late at night. I pointed out that it wasn't THAT late, and he told me that the schedule had been changed again recently. I began to panic, fearing that I would be late to work, and asked the bus ddriver for advice. He told me that not many busses were running this late at night, so I didn't have many options. He spelled one out for me, which involved my getting off the bus at his last stop. When I got there, I saw a bunch of little-kid versions of people I knew standing on this hillside. They were disproportionate and creepy. Then I woke up.