New Dream.Felt like venting.Just woke up.Here goes.
I'm in this big shopping center.I have a grocery cart and i'm going through booths with two of the waitresses from Waffle House.Shea and Alicia.
We have the cart pretty full and i see them off in a corner putting purses and stuff in the basket underneath the cart.They think i am not looking.But i know they are trying to steal from the store so i make up an excuse to leave.Shea pressures me to stay and check out with her.I tell her to pick out one thing and pay for it and i'll throw down on all the stuff in the cart once i get finished looking around. She looks nervous when she says yes.Like things are'nt going the way she planned for them to.
I go through the checkout with her and she does'nt stop talking. It's anxiety talk,she's just filling up the spaces she needs to so it will not be me and her overlapped in some sort of silence until the register beeps substitute.
 I wait until she is done checking out and then i tell her that i am going back for the cart so we can all leave.
I leave the store altogether,without the cart and end up in a Big stone museum with one of the cooks from Waffle House.His name is Brandon.He's tall,and he looks like a grown up version of Buckwheat from the Little Rascals.He works with me some nights but we don't talk very much.I roll the blunts he smokes in the back of the resturant sometimes.It's pretty cool.
Anyhow.Big museum.We're walking around looking at art together,he feels like a big brother or a bodygaurd.I can't decide on which as yet.
  All of a sudden everything in the museum goes dark.Like there is a broken fuse or something.And then all these individual gates go down in seperate sections.Locking people in on seperate sides of the exhibits.
All he says is,"Here we go.And "those bitches really did decide to steal all that stuff.I knew i had to get the hell out of there."
I'm fucking scared.Everything was so real.
There's these voices that come on over a museum system.Loud and omniscent.Telling everybody to go certain ways to get to the basement of the museum.
I follow Brandon.He tries to hold my hand but i don't take it.
He knows i am scared even though i have said nothing. He tries making jokes to keep me in a lighter place.Laughing about how often stuff like this happens in the ghetto.
But we're not in the ghetto.This is real,and you just know that it's not going to be over with in a second.No bullets.purely Manipulation.
We get to these stairs that lead down ward and there is still a man on the loudspeaker.
"Take off all of your clothes leave purses,backpacks,foods any articles of clothing on the floor before you enter."
Everybody is freaking out. Brandon takes off his clothes and then does the same for me without me asking him to.There are people behind us and i have just stopped in place,shocked.
He is my protector.
I grab some denim without thinking.Snatch it quickly before anyone can see me.No one is near me except for him and he is not the enemy.  
He shovels me forward. His hands on my ribcage.Willing me to go down the stairs.He puts me behind him once we actually reach the basement floor.It's dark.There are a couple backup emergency lights that are on all the way towards the front of the room shining out only halfway over people's faces.We are crowded but there is still enough space for us to manuvear in to a corner.There is a little black boy in front of us.He is Loooking backwards at both of us.So many questions in his eyes.
Brandon bends down to meet the boy's level. He says ,
"Welcome to the new nation."
We are called out of the basement eventually.I do not remeber how or by who.The museum now looks like an airport terminal when we reach the top of it.Big and sterile.
I am looking at all these masses of clothes piled out on the left of us for clues.Missing people i might recognize if i did'nt have to walk so fast.Brandon is tugging on my arm.He's trying to keep me with the front of the crowd.He wants to see where we're going before we get there.
He does'nt like suprises.
We get to this baby nursery. And there are so many children behind glass.All of them itty bitty and wrapped up with namecards.
I know there was more before i woke up but i can't remember anything else.

"welcome to the new nation". That is crazy. Wow. Could be a base story or scrïpt idea for the beggining of some psycholigical horror film or somthing. hmm. I found the Kanji symbols meaning to have Crazy Dreams or Insain Visions. Remind me and i'll show them to you somtime. Or... i'll post them here soon.

I don't know what to do with them yet(the symbols) but i'm sure i'll think of something...Maybe i can make a home made dream catcher or something.
I found this very Very cool girl at Best Buy.Her name is Amy Winehouse.
Her songs are this is me.I'm fucked up.But you asked for it so love me.
I'm so diggin the CD. Best money i've spent in a long kind of while.
She's making me want a bottle of cheap wine and a bathtub really bad.
*smile*