Journal Entry: Wed May 22, 2013, 10:04 PM
we were climbing to the top of the world. looking for sonar interference and monsters. and the gps navigation went mad, and we watched satellites twirling down from the sky... strange sounds and whistling.. and the strange man with us, the wind threw him off the peak and blood exploded all around us.. so we fled down the valley, and we found a decrepit old gnarly house. full of dogs it was. and we climbed the first floor and looked out onto a grey asphalt patio, stretching out to the horizon. but every time we went back downstairs we found ourselves back at the same spot on the first floor. and there were strange neighbours, and we followed them, looking for answers.. the weird man with foot long hair on his bum that hung out of his trousers, and he skulked about muttering and his door was slippery and black.. and the serene gay man next door on the corridor. covered in scars on his hands he was, with a dogbed in the corner full of moving mannequins of people shagging, and he was cross legged and banging up essential oils. and he told us of a plot to destroy the world, henched by some nutcase living on a windswept peninsula in scotland, at the top of a hotel otherwise inhabited by muscly aryan men. and we kept failing to save the world, going back in time a few days and having to start over.. and we flew in a helicopter across the land, and there were huge bombs rigged up everywhere, visible from space almost, and there were huge slippery fish that lived in the hedgerows along the roads, and i could see them slithering along as fast as birds through the twigs.. and they showed us the way, and we stormed the hotel, and the mad man was all laughing and talking to his tapestries like he had been the last two times, and i had to explain that i'd been there before and would be again and could he stop blowing up the world please.
woke up with an edge of frustration.