I dreamt last night of a few scenarios...but the one that i remember most, and they're always the most random blurbs of subconscious weirdness (but normal...most of the time, except when i flew a stool around the room in one...it was like a rocket) is where a man, maybe-like Hispanic or Asianesque, was sitting in the backseat of a car with me and someone else and was going on and on and on about being a devout Catholic and not allowing anything in his home or with his family that was objectionable or unhealthy...I believe it was no TV, no music, no crap food, and there were some other weird ones that i don't recall.

And tonight i talked to the office lady at WD here in Cally as I was applying for a gas money saving card...perks or something.
We had a great conversation which stemmed from the fact that even this bloody card has frickin' stipulations....must use it by a certain time or you lose the benefits that you earned....ugh! i said, in a round-about way....and I continued with a story about how i am tired of all the steps and procedures and mandates and requirements and stips and blips and flips and farts to get any frickin' thing done....applying for this, filling this out to receive some crap-shit benefit, having to prove this and that about yourself, bloody character references, letters of rec, "we can't do that for you until you've done this" or "we don't do it that way because this may happen"......effffem all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wish to sleep. and i'll regret my lack of motivation in about 5 or 10 yrs., but this is it? that's my question.. This is what i was so eager to be an adult for? blech.
You don't know your kids when you're little so you can't really factor your feelings for them in, but the rest is quite laughable.
On the bus on field trips I'd look down into people's cars and long to be an adult, now i look up and wish to be back on the bloody bus....not really....schools are quickly becoming socialist experiments as well....subterfuge......Communism on its way....and there's something appealing about the ultimate goal of that form of govy....but it also falls short of its intended outcome....all of our (humanity;s)efforts seem to be in vain
But, back to WD lady
So, we're talking and agreeeing and then crap about Revelations and the numbers and shit comes up and I don't know what to say when people start talking religious crap....the number of the beast was assigned to Nero...that's all....it doesn't mean anything else.....but she knew that i didn't have much to say because she gave me funny look....and i got quiet...we'd agreed about everything until then.....so i am a heathen and a heretic.
that;s my new band name
Heathens and Heretics

What's the difference i wonder?