Bad dream

Ate Mexican last night. Didn't sleep too good.

Kept having bad dreams. People on a big stage like they were actors in a bad movie, saying weird stuff, like they'd kill people who killed people, like because we didn't love God, God might make a hurricane, which actually has a little substance to it when you realize you're living in a Christian nation, allright, that maybe isn't  living up to Christianity.

Well, I'm for sure in on the fact that if I lived the right way I'd have more money, that because I'm poor I must have done something wrong in the eyes of God. They got that right.

Dreamed there was a giant jet airplane in the room. It was shiny and lots of people sat beneath it and clapped their hands when these other people said things like they didn't believe in science or big government and that free markets solved almost everything. Sweet Jesus, the really weird thing was to see an airplane sitting in a building where the doors were shut and the cops were standing by. Guess it must have belonged to the emperor of some foreign country cause it had flags stencilled all over it and looked like it could carry a whole army. Swear to God that plane was in my dream. Must have been the burrito and hot sauce

That's when I knew I was in a really bad dream, that I couldn't do anything about it, all I could do is keep dreaming.

You know how when a smell gets into your dream? This dream smelled real bad allright, Jesus, the smell just about woke me up, something between unidentifiable and unmentionable.

Couldn't hardly wait for dawn to come, to snap to, roll up my bag and get moving down the road to some other place that would have me.