|05:56 pm - Loose Thread on String of Dreams|
I was in an electric wheelchair, on the run from George W. Bush for pushing a Panic Button by mistake.
In a library.
I went to the fourth floor, but then I realized it was full of government offices and that he could be around any corner.
It was frustrating, how slow my wheelchair was.
I turned to the nearest elevator, which was hidden in a corner.
It was marked "Performance Elevator."
There was only one call button to go down.
I got in and descended.
But then I realized the elevator was going too fast.
I was free falling.
The lights dimmed.
And then I was shot out into a dumpster in the basement.
Current Mood: confused