May 13th, 2013

Around 6AM I awoke from a whiskey/Marquis de Sade/Carl Jung induced dream. It was one of the more entertaining dreams I've had in a while. In an airport I guided myself through poor children with venomous lizards and snakes, who beyond what I deemed to be unfortunate and in a sense pitied, were in a constant cackle at my body slowly moving over the reptiles amongst the floor as a bath of humility washed over me. I found myself in single booth in a long row of booths (as if in a single stall in a row of bathroom stalls). As my finger slowly turned a dial by the booth's door, the marker of my conscious/subconscious began to disintegrate via some sort of radio waves. There was both a heavy pressure and a serene lightness upon me. In the midst of all this, I knelt down on the floor and looked through the spaces between the booths' walls and the ground to see the other participants feet melting into the concrete floor.