dream: I was in some place far away from my home. My freind turelle and some girls were trying to do some rewind tricks on the turntable. They were all delighted in themselves and I was bored of the foolishness. I went to so my resting quarters, and some girl told me that it was the toxicity of the city that was very hard for me to get out of my system, because Iw as a being of nature and mostly pure of toxicity, in my normal environment. Some building inspector tell me that there is some building within my complex that needs the art taken off the side. I wonder if I need gass money to get home.
