[Quiet Man Cometh]

I still don't know what Ramune is...

I find I get funky dreams like that when I'm in a creative blitz, or if I'm focusing a lot on writing or art and such. My dreams tend to run out in little narrations like I'm talking to myself the entire time (must the writing thing) and they get oddly specific. In one I was bouncing between these two worlds, the real world and some kinda space wierdness. I had to elude these certain people that were messing things up, no clue why on either account, but I was save from them in the space plane-thing but I could only hide out there for 17 minutes (that or 7, can't quite remember). My sister figured that "17" or "17 minutes" was probably significant but haven't yet thought about how. This was some time ago. Don't remember much of the visual part of the dream except arriving back in the real world from space-plane (which resembled an airport waiting are of sorts with no chairs) and seeing this semi-truck explode from this wooded area that suspiciously resembled a section of local freeway not far from here.

Huh.