Had this dream last night: My old friend Seth is spending the night with me at my parents house where in the dream my room is a mess. While he goes to sleep, I walk outside and try to seduce a large black girl back to my parents house. I suceed far enough to get her to my parents basement where in the dream but not in reality there is a door that leads to a walkway outside the house. I go back upstairs and my friend Seth is watching Brokeback Mountain, and when I question him as to why he is watching the film he shrugs and replies with "It was on." I head back downstairs where the black girl has now fallen asleep, and I hear my mom at the top of the stairs demanding to know what Im doing down there. I casually tell her that I am going to be up in a minute, and Seth is spending the night, yet am fearful that my mom may find out about the large black girl. My mom heads back to her room and the black girl decides to leave and almost walks out the door in the basement to my horror, for, if she DID open that door, the main alarm would go off and I'd have alot of explaining to do. The next thing I know, I'm being pulled at light speed through the streets of Oklahoma City until I wind up at a building that is half police station, half fire station. I am flown to the basement of the building that happens to be connected to an intricate subway system beneath OKC. As I stand around wondering how I got in a subway, and how a subway got in OKC, I decide to go the subway restroom. I go inside, look at myself in the mirror, and realize my face has changed, and my face is now black, while the rest of me is white. Then my hair grows long and black and the more it grows, the more I realize how feminine it looks and I start freaking out. I then see a man in the mirror so I turn around and I say to him, "This hair is terrible, it's like a womans hair, I think I REALLY need to get rid of it." He says, "No problem we are a barber shop!" I walk around the corner and sure enough in the subway restroom, there is a fully functional barbershop. "We can get you a haircut for $12 ." "Not bad for a haircut." I reply. So I sit down and freak cuz I dont have any money. "Do you take credit cards?" I ask. The man nods and I calm down. When they turn the chair around to face the mirror and begin the haircut, my appearance has once again changed.  I am now bald except for a few select patches on my head where the hair is shorter and longer and sometimes rattier. I also have a large gash on the right side of my head. Thats when I wake up.

I think the dream has to do with my identity, ranging from "Who am I really?" "Am I meant to be here in Oklahoma?" "Was I meant to be born here?" to sexual identity, sexual uncomfortability with my looks, and fear of being able to satisfy a partner sexually.

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Jacob recently told me of a few gentlemen who are tattoo artists who used ice as anesthesia and sliced their ring fingers open. They then inserted rare earth magnets into the tips of their fingers using the magnets as a sort of sixth sense, being able to feel magnetized vibrations thus being able to tell live wires from dead, and energy such as refrigerators humming, or their computers hard drive warming up. Since it isnt government funded, there have been problems. Using plastic coating over the magnets, the body eventually ate away the coating, leaving one mans magnet to bust up and cause a dead spot of skin on his finger. They found that it doesnt erase credit cards, one of the main concerns.

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well im here in pennsylvania, finally able to update, superman was one of the most amazing experiences, except for the ending, not giving anything away here, but the film didnt end until about 20 minutes AFTER the climax. Thats right, 20 minutes of boring nothingness, no action, nada.Other than that, it was great. however it didnt exceed expectations enough to beat out my favorite film of the year so far, V For Vendetta.