Sunday, February. 6th, 2000
you thought i'd care
Terrifying awful dream last night. A Truman Show-Fahrenheit 451 hybrid. I wuz trying to get out but The People in charge would rather I wuz dead than free. Me and a big group of accomplices, running through paths in the woods near my house, and these big machines are coming roaring and crunching after me, to kill me if I resist. They chase me into the ocean, where they try to drown me because I am still trying to escape...
I woke up all trembly in a full-body cold sweat.
"Chaara, you're stressed out.
You're stressed cuz you're bored."
"I have only come here seeking knowledge.
Things they would not teach me of in college."
-police