I just had the most fucked up dream ever. It started out, because I left the amp in my van on I think. I decided that I should see if it drives, and when I did, it died. I was stuck someplace, and my van decided that it didn't want to work. And it died right in the road. so I kept trying to push it accross the road into another (less busy one), and there was a shitload of traffic. Well, the road looked clear, so I started to push. I woke up a bit later with people screaming at me very loud. Anna, and some other guy, and we where in an italian resturant, and my van was in front. I pulled out my laptop to get help. But I was still not coherent at this point. the guy with anna, convenced me to boot win95 because he couldn't use linux at all. Well, I did this, and got extremely confused trying to connect to the internet, and then he got very mad, and wanted to do it himself...but I wouldn't let him. He told me to start netscape, so I did, and it was an old version 1.0. As soon as I started netscape, a huge pile of bread type food appread in front of me. so I started eating, the menu's where all fucked up in netscape, and it was running in text mode. The guy wanted me to go to www.oasis.com or something like that, but he couldn't remember what it was, so he kept getting madder, and madder. He put his chin on my head, so I couldn't see the screen, and then I left, and started to talk to bennit. He was not happy either, he kept rambling on about (well, I'm not realy shure at this point). So I followed around james a lot, he was dressed up all ninja like, it that was just odd. I don't know why we wern't using the fone. I could have sworn I was awake, because I kept thinking to pull out my pilot ad write this stuff down. I followed james around for a long while, and then went back to the resturant. At this point, the bread type stuff was all eaten, and a customer came in. She got something similar, and left. Then anna started chewing me out, saying that I was not even supposto be driveing that thing anymore, because it used gas. At that point, I'm not shure what happend, and suddenly, I was standing between to very large gas powered vechiles, and just kina staring at them. I hopped up on one of them, as it came by, and then switched over to the other one, after deciding that it was not too bright of an idea to be holding on to something that was very much like a cubbard door. I had the same problem with the other vechile, and that continued for a bit. I kept thinking that I should write this down on my pilot. I feel that I was in control in this dream. At some point in time, after the switching of vechiles stopped, I was sitting in someplace (the place must be irrolovent), and kept trying to pull out my laptop to write this down, because I thought it would be much more effecent that my pilot. But whenever I pulled the notebook out, and started to type, it disapared, this happend a lot of times. And I just got fed up with it. This was the point, I was fully shure I was dreaming. For some odd reason, I opend my eyes, and saw that I was safe inside my house, and then decided it would be fun to close them again, so when I did, the place I was in came right back. I phased in and out for a while (time has no meaning in my reality). And then decided to write this.