the other night in the tub, i fell asleep and dreamt of blood and grease. black, thick grease. it was odd.

last night, my dream was post-apocalyptic. this time after a massive worldwide war that destroyed nearly everything. there were groups of people that had survived and teamed up for protection against other groups and to help them acquire food, etc. tom cruise was sort of the leader of the group i was in. i was some sort of spy/assassin, and i got captured by another group and tortured for a while, but tom cruise + my group rescued me. that was nice. it was weird, though. tom cruise was also very tall in my dream. we were all very dirty, and the air smelled bad. like electricity. like the air smells after lightning has just struck very nearby. or after you've burnt plastic.