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6 January 2009 12:01I'm eating a stick of butter.
6 January 2009
dream of last night
6 January 2009 19:17It was fucked up.
on the wallaby (7:02:01 PM): My fiance was in the army in the 1940s (european, so we were in the world war), and he was trying to get leave to come home so we could get married. He got leave, and then was on a plane to come back, and then like 30 seconds later his base got bombed and the plane crashed, but he was still alive.
on the wallaby (7:02:29 PM): except he got taken to a pow hospital in Germany, and I didn't get notice, just that the base had blown up.
on the wallaby (7:03:14 PM): So myself, and my grandmother and grandfather and my daughter (we're all Jewish) had to disguise ourselves and go through Germany towards his base to try to find him at the hospital.
medicinal coffee (7:03:50 PM): what country were you from?
on the wallaby (7:04:05 PM): We keep having to find like... horrible cramped places where we have to bribe the guards. Don't know. Poland maybe? It never got addressed.
on the wallaby (7:04:21 PM): like 100 dollars to spend a night in a leaking basement with like 50 other people.
on the wallaby (7:05:14 PM): Everyone is starving, and somehow I got ahold of a big thing of gummy bears from a guard that got shot, which I was handing out to people in big handfuls as we ran because the guards were after us because of the one that got shot.
on the wallaby (7:05:35 PM): We were almost there, but then got trapped in a compound by this grotesque meat packing factory/slaughterhouse/
on the wallaby (7:05:50 PM): And a foot came flying out of the window, but nobody paid much attention to it.
on the wallaby (7:06:28 PM): Anyway, the workers there were laughing at us as we milled about in groups in this outside compound, and talking in german.
on the wallaby (7:06:57 PM): And then they were scraping big slices of meat off of this meat wheel thing and were feeding it to the people outside where we where who were starving.
on the wallaby (7:07:25 PM): Which is when I realized with horror that it was attached to/used to be a concentration camp, and they were feeding us our own people and laughing.
medicinal coffee (7:08:02 PM): damn
on the wallaby (7:08:17 PM): Grandma got us out somehow because she was spry as hell and tough, and we got to the hospital, which was full as hell of gangrene and all sorts of rotting wounds and crap because they didn't really care about the pows for shit.
medicinal coffee (7:08:41 PM): did you find your fiance>
medicinal coffee (7:08:44 PM): ?
on the wallaby (7:09:58 PM): He had actually managed to see us, and escape (he wasn't wounded really, just captured and sent to the hospital because it was the closest place for pows) before I noticed him aided by my grandfather, while my Grandma caused a stir by pretending she was reuniting with her husband, who was actually a random guy with a head injury who believed her.
medicinal coffee (7:10:39 PM): go grandma ;-)
on the wallaby (7:10:48 PM): While this stir was happening, I was looking for my fiance, and all I found was this rusted metal thing that looked like it was out of Saw
on the wallaby (7:12:15 PM): it had bags on the sides where the arms and legs should be, and the bags were full (with arm and leg respectively) except one arm which was still attached to the torso, and the torso was still on the cart, the head was in a vise, and pretty well squished down to the lower jaw.
on the wallaby (7:12:17 PM): I flipped my shit.
on the wallaby (7:13:12 PM): And wheeled the whole grotesque thing out, where it went down some stairs into one of the places that travelling Jews looking for their families were, and it was identified as the husband of this pregnant woman who'd been looking for him for months.
on the wallaby (7:13:15 PM): By her.
on the wallaby (7:14:32 PM): Then I got reunited with my whole family, and we got the fuck out of there, and we were on a train, and my fiance bought me a ring from some guy who was traveling on it, and gave me a key to a house that he'd acquired for me, and then said he was going back to fight, because with the things he had seen there was no way he couldn't.
on the wallaby (7:14:51 PM): My daughter has somehow disappeared in this time, and it's like I never had one, nobody is worried about her because she didn't exist.
on the wallaby (7:15:54 PM): So I was in my ramshackle house alone, and I sold sewing machines, and I was looking for a pet dog to name Sunny (I think), and finally got one, and took him home and that's when I saw that I had a snow leopard named Doodles.
on the wallaby (7:16:33 PM): Anyway, I was sort of going about my life like it was after the end of a movie and there wasn't going to be anything exciting happening anymore and the plot had run out, and then I woke up after fetching the laundry.
medicinal coffee (7:17:03 PM): wow
medicinal coffee (7:17:15 PM): you have some pretty intense dreams
on the wallaby (7:17:22 PM): iknowrite
on the wallaby (7:02:01 PM): My fiance was in the army in the 1940s (european, so we were in the world war), and he was trying to get leave to come home so we could get married. He got leave, and then was on a plane to come back, and then like 30 seconds later his base got bombed and the plane crashed, but he was still alive.
on the wallaby (7:02:29 PM): except he got taken to a pow hospital in Germany, and I didn't get notice, just that the base had blown up.
on the wallaby (7:03:14 PM): So myself, and my grandmother and grandfather and my daughter (we're all Jewish) had to disguise ourselves and go through Germany towards his base to try to find him at the hospital.
medicinal coffee (7:03:50 PM): what country were you from?
on the wallaby (7:04:05 PM): We keep having to find like... horrible cramped places where we have to bribe the guards. Don't know. Poland maybe? It never got addressed.
on the wallaby (7:04:21 PM): like 100 dollars to spend a night in a leaking basement with like 50 other people.
on the wallaby (7:05:14 PM): Everyone is starving, and somehow I got ahold of a big thing of gummy bears from a guard that got shot, which I was handing out to people in big handfuls as we ran because the guards were after us because of the one that got shot.
on the wallaby (7:05:35 PM): We were almost there, but then got trapped in a compound by this grotesque meat packing factory/slaughterhouse/
on the wallaby (7:05:50 PM): And a foot came flying out of the window, but nobody paid much attention to it.
on the wallaby (7:06:28 PM): Anyway, the workers there were laughing at us as we milled about in groups in this outside compound, and talking in german.
on the wallaby (7:06:57 PM): And then they were scraping big slices of meat off of this meat wheel thing and were feeding it to the people outside where we where who were starving.
on the wallaby (7:07:25 PM): Which is when I realized with horror that it was attached to/used to be a concentration camp, and they were feeding us our own people and laughing.
medicinal coffee (7:08:02 PM): damn
on the wallaby (7:08:17 PM): Grandma got us out somehow because she was spry as hell and tough, and we got to the hospital, which was full as hell of gangrene and all sorts of rotting wounds and crap because they didn't really care about the pows for shit.
medicinal coffee (7:08:41 PM): did you find your fiance>
medicinal coffee (7:08:44 PM): ?
on the wallaby (7:09:58 PM): He had actually managed to see us, and escape (he wasn't wounded really, just captured and sent to the hospital because it was the closest place for pows) before I noticed him aided by my grandfather, while my Grandma caused a stir by pretending she was reuniting with her husband, who was actually a random guy with a head injury who believed her.
medicinal coffee (7:10:39 PM): go grandma ;-)
on the wallaby (7:10:48 PM): While this stir was happening, I was looking for my fiance, and all I found was this rusted metal thing that looked like it was out of Saw
on the wallaby (7:12:15 PM): it had bags on the sides where the arms and legs should be, and the bags were full (with arm and leg respectively) except one arm which was still attached to the torso, and the torso was still on the cart, the head was in a vise, and pretty well squished down to the lower jaw.
on the wallaby (7:12:17 PM): I flipped my shit.
on the wallaby (7:13:12 PM): And wheeled the whole grotesque thing out, where it went down some stairs into one of the places that travelling Jews looking for their families were, and it was identified as the husband of this pregnant woman who'd been looking for him for months.
on the wallaby (7:13:15 PM): By her.
on the wallaby (7:14:32 PM): Then I got reunited with my whole family, and we got the fuck out of there, and we were on a train, and my fiance bought me a ring from some guy who was traveling on it, and gave me a key to a house that he'd acquired for me, and then said he was going back to fight, because with the things he had seen there was no way he couldn't.
on the wallaby (7:14:51 PM): My daughter has somehow disappeared in this time, and it's like I never had one, nobody is worried about her because she didn't exist.
on the wallaby (7:15:54 PM): So I was in my ramshackle house alone, and I sold sewing machines, and I was looking for a pet dog to name Sunny (I think), and finally got one, and took him home and that's when I saw that I had a snow leopard named Doodles.
on the wallaby (7:16:33 PM): Anyway, I was sort of going about my life like it was after the end of a movie and there wasn't going to be anything exciting happening anymore and the plot had run out, and then I woke up after fetching the laundry.
medicinal coffee (7:17:03 PM): wow
medicinal coffee (7:17:15 PM): you have some pretty intense dreams
on the wallaby (7:17:22 PM): iknowrite