this morning i dreamt that a massive tornado came through orlando and destroyed everything. it ripped the front part of my house off, and ravaged my backyard. then these 3 semi-trucks drove through my backyard and destroyed anything that was left. then my house cracked into 2 or 3 pieces and began to fall into a sink hole. after my house was half way under ground everything stopped. we began to come out of the house and saw that other people were doing the same. walking out of the house, climbing over debris, everything looked like ancient ruins. there was no evidence of the 3 sheds that used to be in my back yard, but more people were beginning to emerge. i left my family and friends in the house (they were all safe) to explore. walking around i began to see that some of the people were hostile, and i realized i needed to get back to my family where it was safe. a man carrying a bow and arrow then spotted me and started coming towards me with it raised. i ducked behind a bolder as he fired, and the arrow stuck into the ground just to my right. i grabbed it, and as the man came around the rock i stabbed him in the shoulder just above the heart. i was now on my back trying to keep my distance as i pushed the arrow deeper into him. it slowed him, but it seemed as if he was about to do the same to me. just as the point was about to touch my skin, my friend (who was in the house with me at the time of the tornado, but took off as soon as it was over) ran up with a weapon that mocked a scythe, and scalped the man! after that he vanished again. i was slightly annoyed but i ran back to my broken house to find my family. when i got back, government vehicles were surrounding the area. they were ushering people into black vans. instantly i knew what was to become of the world. Images of the world from The Running Man filled my head. the government would control everything. everything down to a T. our freedom, our lives, would be over. we would do everything they said. suddenly i knew why my friend had fled. i called him on my cell phone (i guess somehow the phone towers were still in tact?) and told him to come get me, that i was going with him. we were going to fight! i gathered a few things, some clothes and shoes, and walked out the front of my remaining house. i walked down a few streets, trying to recognize where i was. my friend walked up next to me. "i can't even tell what road this is," i said. but before he could answer i realized we were standing on 441. with our bags, we began walking.

There's something about laying on floors that really makes you ponder all the little details in life.


I've decided I want abs. We'll see how long that lasts.

I watched Domino tonight. It was very inspiring to me. I just think bounty hunters are so awesome. Makes me wish I wasn't so tiny and pathetic.

Two people got shot today at the Albertson's by my house. Cops everywhere. Tonight cops were blocking off 441 heading towards Apoopka all the way up to Sheeler road. Wtf is going on man?

I've been thinking a lot about things lately [probably too much]. Stuff like my life and future, my lack of a job and so forth. I wanna go back to Buffalo. Time is so slow here. So slow. Everyone says I sleep too much, but it's only to pass the time. If I could go to sleep and wake up after graduation I'd probably do it. How much could I miss, really?

I'll be 20 this year. That's not weird.

I constantly dream of dying and the world ending. I mean constantly. Almost every night. It's freaking me the fuck out. They're very vivid and realistic dreams. Well sometimes there are zombies but even those seem so real. I had a dream 3 nights in a row of a zombie dog that was coming to my house and attacking my family. Each night the dog got bigger. I really wish this shit would stop.

Do you really care? I write to no one and everyone.

"We're too lost to lose hope. Maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright."

It's 3:43 AM. No one will get the significance of that.