dream from last night:

TT and i have the keys to a new apartment, a one bedroom apartment without doors. the floors are splintery wood with rag rugs thrown about over them and there is barely any light. in the bathroom, near the claw foot tub (woo!) there is a pile of dirt/bloody rags.

a flash to the past and a Vwbus full of hippies. the lead singer of this touring hippy band, almost john denver-ish, is driving and singing up a storm. they stop at a rest stop for a break and such, or so the other band members say. instead of resting they pull the lead singer out of the van and repeatedly hit him with their instruments, eventually crushing his skull. he is dragged off into the bushes and left to rot.

somehow the lead singer hippy had managed to crawl back to his apartment to eventually die on the bathroom floor. this is why the rags were about, and the blood � and why we were able to rent the little shanty so cheaply.

i set to cleaning up the mess and the apartment before TT would be home from work. the other band members showed up at the door, wanting to take some of the stuff the leader left � i did not argue, i just sat on the � twin sized free standing water bed and watched them. i was fascinated by the small water mattress and did not want them to take it with them. they ignored both me and the bed and packed up a few garbage bags, barely glancing at the two that i had filled with bloody rags and clothes on their way out the door.

strange and violent hippy band

beware! heh.