7-29-13

There's water pouring from the ceiling of a house I'm staying in and the occupants aren't home. At first, it appears to be sewerage, then turns into plain water. I'm playing a record, a track from Marilyn Manson and I keep playing one track over and over but I turn it off before the water spreads to it. My old friend Chester is here with some chick on the internet whose videos I watch sometimes. I tell them I've made reservations to a small restaurant at 7:00 and they're invited. The woman declines saying she needs to be someplace else.

Then I'm in a strange room (could be another room in the same house) and I'm talking to a young man about how I worked for this organization but quit the day before because they were cutting my pay and health insurance. I still have a the first check from them I hadn't cashed but plan to the next day before the expiration date.

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