Typewriter Day/Flower Festival (California)
2004-06-23 @ 4:15 p.m.

I had the most surreal dream this morning. (Yes, I woke up at 9.30 am, so sue me!) Anyway, it's like this. One moment, I'm sitting on a cushion witnessing a wedding ceremony in Antarctica, and the next I'm in an apartment that looks suspiciously like my maternal grandparents'. Not to mention that there's some sort of pigeon dipping eggs with blue-specked shells, moving on some conveyor belt, into some sort of bucket. Might I add that the pigeon looked not a little menacing. Altogether, a very bizarre dream. Like some sort of alternate reality. The weirdest thing? I was only half-asleep at that time. You know how it is, the alarm goes off and you just turn it off and nod off again, that half-asleep, half-awake zone. This dream was so surreal, that I actually made an effort to remember it! I wonder what a psychoanalyst would have made of it all?

Downloaded a whole bunch of new MP3s from CNET's Download.com, which is what has arisen from the ashes of mp3.com. Haven't spotted any other site, except Internet DJ, but nothing caught my eye there except some guy going by the moniker of Angular Momentum, and I'm not sure if I'm going to download his stuff either. Listening to stuff by Black Ether, which is classified as techno-tribal. Whatever that actually means, I kind of like it. Sounds a bit like Amethystium-meets-Ambient Generation. Haven't listened to most of the other stuff though. I might start deleting tracks soon, need to prune my collection. Aristotle once said, "The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet." Four days more before Common Tests...