Some people enjoy deja vu, maybe for that rare glimpse of clairvoyance. For me it always shows up holding hands with a great sadness.

I used my brain to do some thinking about this. Like most people I usually attribute the ‘previous’ experience to a dream. The problem is that I suddenly feel I am dreaming at the moment of deja vu. If you can’t tell the difference between life and dreams, you are in big trouble.

Stupid reality. You have one job, to be real. Hey reality, way to really suck.

I am going to do something nice and stupid, and recount an embarrassing dream for all of you.

In my dream my friend had spent the night at my place and woken up just before me. She was looking through my closet, and found a chrome handgun. She began disinterestedly pulling the trigger and the unloaded gun just clicked in response. From the bed, over the hollow clicking sounds, I said “I am glad I don’t have any bullets for my gun”

God damn your eyes, you stupid things that symbolize things. Hey everybody, look over here. Look, everybody, I am a retarded dude.

Last night I dreamt that a friend of mine had created a new type of automobile: the Spelunker. I tried to tell them how terrible a name that is for a car, all reminding us of bat guano and falling into a crevace (the glacier type or otherwise), being trapped down there with nothing to do but count stalagtites, forgetting which ones are stalagtites to begin with, and eventually withering away yearning for bagels and other delicious foods. No, in dreams my attack upon the naming of the Spelunker was victorious. Now I can name the car I am designing the Spelunker without feeling like I ganked my friend!