March 2, 2000

Age 19

This dream was insane, but aren't they all? In an old Victorian mansion that was eloquently decorated. The mood was dreary, like Nine Inch Nail's 'Perfect Drug' video. I vaguely remember people, like service personnel, walking around in black skirts and lace aprons. I was sitting on a bed in an upstairs bedroom, looking at a young girl (with golden locks, and a white dress with blue ribbon trim) who was talking to me about something. I stood up and walked to the window, and below in the back lawn was a gigantic Great Dane (at least three times the bulk of a regular dog) chained to a pole on a square concrete pad. The overhead sky was cloudy, and everything outside had a dreary appearance. The dog looked at me, smiled, winked, and seemed to solicit me for sex. This is when I woke up.