There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
At the start of the dream, I’m being driven out of the Commune by … some company. They turn the entire Commune into the playhouse for some super genius kid (looked like Akira). They would always have games and people over to entertain him, but he’d only sit at some little Tandy and program things….
My parents were driving around, I was in the backseat. We slowed next to this woman on the side of the road as we were about to enter some campus. She wanted to take our order, so we ordered tea. My dad started to drive off, but the woman shouted, “Don’t you want your tea?!”…
Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago. Stereotypical surly receptionist, Wap Quoire. She’s an elf or something. Next >
— oooh, nothing like some surprise bondage to make my night, Don’t look at me like that. I was only 3 weeks old :-( — Ah, self-portrait? The body’s mind recently opened up some past memories This is a scene from when they’re taking the body to have the “Growths” removed from her back.