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I had a weird dream last night that I was in a fictional part of Brand Boulevard that looked heavily crime-populated. Chicks were gang-fighting out in the street. A few strangers and I were guests in some black chick's motel room, until she politely evicted us despite being able to pay her. But she let me stay after I requested to. The main plot of the dream revolved around some film, which I would never see before the dream was over. But the content was implied to be on par with that of a snuff film. Although, the poster for it was the real life poster of the recent British film Attack the Block. The mission was for the other strangers and I to disrupt its outdoor screening on the other side of Brand Boulevard. When we got there, it looked like the courtyard of the CSUN dorms. But I woke up before we could kick some ass. End of dream.

The proverbial F.M.L. regarding guitar practice today: Vahik is planning to have surgery ... and for me to teach his classes while's he's out!

On the way home, I saw in my rearview mirror the chick in the Volkswagen behind me. She was a blond chick with short, curly hair and she was rocking out to whatever was on her radio. That was hot. And traffic was slow enough that I was able to touch myself until she eventually pulled into a parking lot to go to the bank.

Seeing the new GPS on my desk, I just remembered mommy bought it for me a couple of days ago. But I always did say that after growing up just fine before such technology was invented, using a GPS would make me feel like I was losing my balls.

At the mall, Jessica was working at American Basics and renewed in my database. The Adelle look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth and renewed in my database. After the mall closed, I saw the Adelle look-alike visiting the other "i Play & Talk" booth outdoors at the Americana across the street. It was great getting a double dose of her. I finally overheard her speak. She had a weird accent. I always suspected she could be one of those armenians who look Caucasian. Her voice is now in my database.

At Barnes & Noble, I got to renew that ethnically-ambiguous chick, Monica, in my database.

I finally busted a #3 for the first time in a week and to my old friend, Vera, whom I was reminded of last Tuesday night at the Journey concert (see entry 10/11/11) ... and exploded a week's worth of ammo that was saved up! Therefore, endurance-wise, I could only hit half of my record number of strokes. See what happens when you take a week off?