East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2016.12.09.0416 Company hires well trained ambitious young people with no real connections. Promises that if they devote two years of their lives, entirely, to working crazy hard, they'll make enough money to live the rest of their lives on. Hops them up on drugs so much (meth?) that they work for 21 hours a day. Hang out for 1.5 hours, then sleep (medically induced) for 1.5 hours. Mostly so into the cycle of what they do that they don't stop to process the disappearances, which are supposedly people retiring immediately at the two year mark. You'd think that maybe they are just killed and the company keeps all the money that the person thought they were making. That's happened, sure. But the company finds it more profitable to just re-assign workers to different locations every two years with enough drugs to not notice that they never get to spend any of the money they think they're earning. Time also becomes a blur, as well as their eternally future p

Dreamed on 2016.12.28.0819 Epic battle for our combined nations is raging -- swords, fire storm, monsters, catapults, and all of it set in the ruins of an ancient labyrinthine castle half-excavated. The two other kings and I (and a servant) join up and plunge further into the ruins - we are driven and purposeful when a woman stops us. Safety, this way, she says. Logically, I say no. We are not here to find safety or to run from our troubles. But she offers safety once again and we accept even though it goes against our interests and makes no sense. When we each take her hand I feel mine burn as if I'm touching the flames of hell, but then of course, suddenly, I don't feel that because that wouldn't make any sense. I don't wonder how each of us has taken her hand. She leads us deeper and deeper into the ruins, into places never before explored, away from the war, and we find the ruins give way to exceptional halls and she leads us ultimately to a banquet hall and giv