May 10th, 2002 CE

I dreamed that I was visiting a small house atop a large hill, surrounded by large, leafy trees, late at night.There were no lights anywhere nearby except for inside of the house, which could only be seen from between it's curtains. This was a modern house, or at least one which seemed to have been built no more than fourty or so years ago, though it was quite small; more like a cottage. There were streets with street lights on some distance away, just within eyeshot. It was very dark and lonely looking, though there was no air of menace to the scene.

It seemed as though I was a party clown in this dream, though I didn't seem to have the costume for it. I was arriving for a childrens' party at this house, only to find, after the door was opened for me, that some other clown was already working it. I was outraged, and demanded that he explain himself. He smugly informed me that he got here first and undercut me, so the client had - on the spot - decided to go with him instead. I was then asked to leave without making a scene, as I was not welcome there.

Upon arriving outside, I was met by a group of other clownns who were gathered behind a tree, who I was passingly familliar with in the context of this dream. They, too, had been undercut by this slimy bastard, and were even now plotting their revenge. What happened next is a little bit hazyin my mind, but I do recall images which involved the vengeance-driven clowns filing into the house, single-file, and later, tying the clown in there down to a chair, binding him with ropes at the wrists, ankles, and waist, closing the blinds on the windows, and then slowly cutting him to pieces.

Clowns are scary.