Lib wrote:
the accumulation of potential which, left to its own devices, will inevitably obliterate the established structure which precipitated it

lib wrote:
the military research lab is located under an overpass, and its primary activity takes place at night, so that gives me the impression of subconscious events, stuff that is going on just beyond the awareness of the inhabitants. the overpass itself could symbolize the routine of daily life which has become so effortlessly engaging that it appears to make no difference whether one should divert from it.

Lib wrote:
it calls to mind the futility of sisyphus and yet, you (or the narrator) come(s) to appreciate the sense of achievement evoked by your friend's decision to align his emotional path with fate. thus, something transcendent seemed to arise from it in the end. (at least from my perspective.)

MrMario wrote:
Im sitting at a medium sized wooden desk in an empty room. It actually a study that you would imagine a rich person having. Only the shelves are completly empty and the desk near some windows in the back. I'm not looking out the windows, but I know its dark and autumn, and I'm facing the front of the room where there is just a door in the middle of this blank white wall. Above the door is a clock that doesn't tick. Just an analogue clock with a green circle around it. At the desk there is an open, worn, notebook that I have written in, but, its all just incoherent drug influenced bullshit (this was my thought in the dream). I rub my face in frustration, and when I look back up, two women are standing in front of the desk. The clock is perfectly placed in between both of their heads in the background. One at a time I look at each of them one, then focus on the clock. I say, I cant wait anymore, I should'nt have to wait, I waited for too long. The two women look at me coldly and viciously as I break down and cry all over the desk.