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Been having dark, anxious, fucked up dreams. Last night I was back in high school and most of my fellow students were retarded. In the cafeteria, a bloated, cigar-chomping huckster and his nebishy little assistant had set up three huge scales, and they were bullying students into getting weighed, so they could then be publicly shamed into paying to join Weight Watchers. I got fished in, and they somehow convinced me to give them all my money, but after a few minutes, I realized I had made a mistake. I demanded that they give me my money back, but they kept putting me off. The World Famous *BOB* was there too, in a nifty pink ’50s -style waitress outfit, buying Weight Watchers books from the nebishy one, but she couldn’t help me. She just said “Bye Pony!” and hurried away. I was so mad at them for taking my money, and at myself for giving them my money, that smoke started to curl out of the poes in my left arm. The retarded kids could smell the smoke, and started to panic, so I tried to cover up the smoke with my hand. Sheila B from work walked by, and she tried to help me cover the smoke too, but I was just too angry, so the smoke kept finding new places to pop up.

The night before, I dreamt I was riding around Virginia with some Palestinian terrorists, and we were shooting missiles at my High School from a rocket launcher mounted in the back of their brown Datsun hatchback.

The night before that I dreamt that I was in Tel Aviv when terrorists dropped a water bomb that instantly flooded the city. All around me people were drowning, and I had to climb on top of cars and cling to bridge girders until the Israeli army could airlift me out in a Blackhawk helicopter. Once in the air I thought I was safe, but a soldier told me to hold on to him because we had to jump. I held on, and he jumped, but his parachute didn’t open so he cursed a blue streak as we plummeted towards the earth where we landed with a thud. Somehow we didn’t die, and my parents were there, and they were glad I was alive. Then I woke up.

For the past three mornings I’ve woken up sweaty and freaked out. Maybe I need an air conditioner.

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