While I was napping on Saturday I had the most Inception like dream I've ever had.

I dreamt that (e:paul) and (e:terry) and I went up to the old North Park library for a party. We got there, and Paul left to go pick someone up. Terry and I were talking sitting down talking to this couple, but I couldn't turn and look at them because Terry was holding on to me via meine schlange. I wanted to tell him to let go, but it just made me wake up (or at least I thought). I started to tell Emily (who was in our bedroom?) to tell Terry to let go again, since he was still holding on, but I couldn't form any words. While this was happening my eyes opened for real, and I could see Terry, who was holding on for reals. I tried to tell him to wake me up but I couldn't talk, move, or even breath. Apparently I really was just laughing in real life, which makes me think I was having sleep paralysis.

Basically scientists think it's the boundary between being awake and REM sleep. Lack of sleep is considered a cause, which definitely could have been after the rave. The brain gets out of control sometimes.

After the rave on Saturday (e:joe,58770), we had an absolutely lazy Saturday. (e:terry), (e:paul) and I got up at noon, went to eat at West Side Bazaar (e:joe,58771). After Paul and I ended up napping (I think I was starting to get sick too).

Of course we were hungry again so Paul and I were going to get pasta from the coop. Paul didn't want to walk, so we nixed that and ended up driving to Curly's with (e:mike). The chips were redonk but we demolished them.

We hung out with Mike at home after dinner while he told us about all the important acronyms he uses for work, and the importance of cultural sensitivity. After he left we watched Teen Wolf and went to bed.

I felt kind of bad having such a lazy day of eating/sleeping/bed/repeat but I guess Paul and Terry are right when they say you don't always have to be accomplishing something.

They started to take down the Delaware Court Building on Chippewa the other day. Its so fucking stupid that we are giving money to Uniland and Delaware North to take down a perfectly good building when we have so many empty lots downtown, especially to just shuffle the deck with a new glass box.

After strugglebussing it out of bed this afternoon (oops), (e:paul), (e:terry) and I decided to go to the West Side Bazaar. I've been wanting to go there since I heard about it when Paul and Terry went there. So much good food for cheap.

We ran into (e:Heidi) and (e:dianne) who were there for international women's day. terry and I split the Ethiopian vegetable platter. We also got samosas, baklava and a bubble tea with no bubbles. I wish they didn't use Styrofoam plates though.

Last night (e:paul) (e:terry) and I went with (e:yesthatcasey) and (e:flacidness) out to Love Nightclub in Rochester for a rave. It was ridiculously good hardcore and happy hardcore music by this guy named Velociraptor. The setup was decent and there was plenty of room to dance. We danced for over 3 hours and didn't get to bed until about 5.

I dressed up in Paul's old kikwear pants and TK wore Terry's. Paul got them thrifting at some point, the label said 91 on them. Weird to think about.