I had one of those recurring dreams in which I steal some important computer files from some big mega-coorporation. I ran like a madman from the building afterwards. Ran throught the streets of some beach city, ran though a street bazaar that was remenicent of Mardis Gras. Ran past some people I haven't seen in 5 years. I ran until I came upon some kind of ceremony. There I met a woman of my dreams. I could say that is was literaly the girl of my dreams. I have little recollection of what she looks like, only that I think she was a dirty blonde. I told her of my fears that I think the coorporation would kill me for doing this again. Again!! Apparently I had done this before and they had let me go only begrudgingly. Now they would kill me if they found me. I had met the girl of my dreams, and now I was under the shadow of death. Next she and I are together talking about the future under some tarp on the palacial grounds of the marriage of Mary Jane and Spiderman. The end? Fucking dreams, I swear I hate them. This is the second time I've had the girl of my dreams in my dreams. I never wanted to wake up again. Countdown -=5=- days until my birthday!!