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This is becoming more of a Dream Journal than a Live Journal, but as it is, mostly my dreams are inflencing my waking life right now.
Wow, last night I dreamed I as in a generic store selling generic stuff and most of the lights were out, so it was pretty dark. This snobby woman and her son come in and ask for an old videogame system we dont sell. I tried to tell them where to get it but they just huffed off saying I was stupid and unhelpful. Somehow it was outside then, and I saw them wandering around a nature trail that was all snowed over so you couldn't go up it. "What's this?" she asked and tried to. "It's a nature trail, but it's too snowed over to go up it." "hrumph, I'll do it anyway," she said and failed to do. "IT'S TOO DANGEROUS." I mocked at her and she got pissed again. Some people just won't fucking listen.
Anyway after that I sledded down the hill on my feet just to where they were just to show off. As I started to walk away, her kid started following me like he was going to cause trouble, so I backpunched and hit him in the nose, making a black and blue mark on his left eye and walked away.
Then I was home, in some sort of mansion, and of course who was walking up to talk to me about punching her ignorant son? I forget mostly what happened then, but basically it was a very short exchange with no hostility and then the final weird thing.
Then just like in the anime Excel Saga a line of text appeard at the bottom of the screen:

Today's Experiment.................Failed
Furry Reason.......................Lust

With the conclusion music and all. What the hell.

A night or so previous I had a good dream. I walked into this comic store, and up on the wall was foot long or bigger panels of bristol board with pencil or ink drawings of furries. I thought, "This is SO cool!" I was just amazed they would be in a comic store... It had to be mine. The one I should own. I picked them all up and sat on the floor looking at them, some good some bad, and just thinking about all the work that went into them and how special having this art in a store would be. It was hope. I think I started crying from how happy I was seeing this. This is what a business of mine would have to have. Some things that would make me happy too.

Dreams of all sorts are important. Especially the ones you make real.

I bet only one person will answer these.

I ____ Cyril.
Cyril is ____.
If I were alone in a room with Cyril, I would _______.
I think Cyril should _____.
Cyril needs ______.
I want to ____________ Cyril.
Someday Cyril will ________.
Cyril reminds me of _______.
Without Cyril _______.
Memories of Cyril are ________.
Cyril can be __________.
__________ is how I describe meeting Cyril.
Worst thing about Cyril is _________.
Best thing about Cyril is _________.
I am ________ with Cyril.

Here, let me begin to help you out....

I am Cyril.
Cyril is me.
If I were alone in a room with Cyril, I would be masturbating.
I think Cyril should become sane.
Cyril needs a life.
I want to maybe continue to be, or not be Cyril.
Someday Cyril will reach self-actualization, maybe.
Cyril reminds me of that self-loathing, obsessed with perfection that will never come, lonely guy in the back of every high school.
Without Cyril I would be insubstantial.
Memories of Cyril are the hardest for Cyril himself to remember.
Cyril can be overbearing.
Like riding the wild pony of oddness is how I describe meeting Cyril.
Worst thing about Cyril is his attitude.
Best thing about Cyril is he loves some people dearly.
I am living inside his body cavity, perhaps within his brain as a chemical consciousness, or maybe his soul (if such a thing exists, which I doubt), with Cyril.

See? Easy.