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<< 11.08.04 :: 5:56 p.m. >>
::this is why we don't eat chips::

the other night i dreamt that matt and i were downstairs in this basement/den of "our apartment" (it was nothing like our actual apartment). we were just hanging out, and i went upstairs to go get ready for work.

at the top of the stairs there was a foyer with a huge entrance on the right that led to the dining room & kitchen, and a hallway that led to the bathroom. to the left was another entrance to a huge living room.

when i got to the top of the stairs i noticed potato chips all over the floor of the dining room, leading out into the foyer. i figured matt had dropped them or something, but then i noticed that they were everywhere, like someone intentionally threw chips all over the floor. i looked into the living room, and it was in disaray. for some reason, it didn't really phase me.

because i am who i am (i.e. paranoid as all hell), even in my dream i started thinking someone was in the house. but why would they just throw chips around? so i went into the bathroom to get ready. then i got this strange feeling, and when i looked to the door, which i had left wide open, someone had just shut it. i reached down for the doorknob, and there was none.

someone was in the house. i tried to scream, "MATTTTT!!" to warn him, but nothing came out. then i woke up.

i told matt about this dream about a week ago. last night i walked in the house, and it was all dark. all the doors to our bedrooms & the bathroom were shut (they're usually open), and there were CHIPS all over the floor.

i immediately started laughing, and said, "you dumbass." then matt screamed, "damn it!" from the studio, and came running down the hall.

when i opened the door to go to the bathroom, he had put one of my dress forms just next to the door so it looked like someone was standing in there.

very nice try.

it's good to know yr friends are fueling yr neurosis.

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