Journal of Lies
Untruths, half-truths,
and lies of omission



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Two dreams:

I drempt that I was in high school, with friends. We were arranging and rearranging our desks in ever more complicated patterns in order to be around certain people and yet not block other people out, and not keep people from being able to see the front of the room unobstructed.

It was like some sort of synchronized dance of people scooting desks around as we sat in them, spiraling and weaving in groups and single-file.

For reasons that are unclear, or that I don't remember, I got upset and left stating that I'd never be back.

Outside were hundreds of young students, waiting to leave school as well, being held back behind a door by some sort of school monitor. I looked around, and saw an alternate route to sneak away by. I ran towards it, but was beaten to the exit by numerous students who got there first.

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I was on a train car that was part of some sort of ride as well. It was taking me across my town, and while I knew it was my town, it was a totally unfamiliar dream landscape of neighborhoods and buildings that doen't actually exsist.

At one point we drove towards a jungle and a lake, and everyone on the car, including myself got excited because we were at the point in the ride where the car plunged off a cliff and crashed into the bottom of the lake, throwing us all out.

We started up a small hill, the engine in the car gave out, and as expected, we slipped backwards and rolled off the road, heading right off the cliff, and tossing us into the lake and soaking us.

I got out of the lake as the car continued on the ride. I climbed up the cliff to a restaurant with a great glass view of the lake with plunging cars, and a sea scape with airport behind. It was night, and the like was lit by torches. Finding a table, I sat down and waited for a menu.

Turning to the airport, I could see that each plane had a logo flying behind it superimposed by the glass of the restaurant. Corporations were sponsering the flights, so there was a multitude of company logos following each plane in the sky.

I never got a menu.


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