Friday, May 4, 2012


I had dreams about over-population, approaching apocalypse. We were in the mountains, in California, waiting it out. It was approaching. We were still driving cars, and we were driving it through pristine flatland, but I knew we'd be running out of oil fast, so there was only so much harm we could do. I knew that a small portion of of us would live, but everyone else wasn't in too good of a position.

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