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2007-01-23 - 9:09 a.m.
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Back by (non-existent) popular demand!! It's Allanna's Crazy Dream Chronicles! Volume 3,267,984,907.9223845183!!!! Obviously that stint of reading STephen King and various quasi-religious books (like Jodi Picoult) had caught up to me. This one was CAH-RAY-ZEE. Try a bit of King's "The Langoliers" mixed in with "The Adventures of Unico" (If you recognize that, give yourself a HUGE pat on the back for being a child of the 80s!), mix in a little early New Testament, and a whole lot o' crazy ... that was my dream. There was this huge ... THING... headed for the settlement-place. People were being evacuated. Girls, including the pre-visit-from-Raphael Mary, were sent off into another line (ala the Holocaust's death camps) and given ornate curved daggers with which to stab themselves in the heart with ... and the drops of blood falling onto the raging water beneath their bridge looked like hearts. And that's what I can remember. I woke up a few times during the night and went back to sleep because I HAD to KNOW how this would turn out. I only wish it made more sense. I'll write more ... later, obviously. Hopefully something a lot more coherent.
![]() Floundering here. - 2007-02-05
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