"If I could live amongst your kind, would you love me?"

I've been having some strange dreams here recently, which can only mean one thing:

Creative build-up! Which can only mean one thing:

I need a book to read! Which can only mean one thing:

I need money! Which can only mean one thing:

I need a job!

I've been having a lot of strange dreams here recently, therefore, I need a job.

I also need to do my homework, but that's mindless.

Of course, it worries me that all of my strange dreams are only strange less so because they deviate from reality, but more because they rarely do. Here recently I've watched several people die from their perspectives in normal ways, getting shot, stabbed, run over, etc. It's not as horrible as you think it is, until you get into their thoughts.

It's odd being the kind of person I am and loping around in other's heads and thinking to yourself "wow, these are some normal people, they got lives and jobs, and people they love, and people who love them, not a bad gig."

And then they die.

It's like a punchline to a tasteless joke. The thing is, is I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I stopped being fascinated with the prospect of death ages ago, and I haven't watched anything or read anything to push my mind there.

If anything, I don't think "Paranormal Activity," and "The Fourth Kind," should be inducing those sorts of dreams. After all, one's about demons, the other is about aliens.

I don't think aliens and demons are cause-worthy to be giving me dreams in which I watch people die by accident/murder by disgruntled madmen/teenagers not paying attention on the roads.

I should be having dreams about demonically possessed aliens possessing people and speaking in dead human languages because they've yet to get with the times.

We speak English, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, and Japanese now motherfuckers, if you want to communicate while you're terrifying us, at least do it so we can understand.

I mean damn guys, come on.