Turn around Bright Eyes

every now and then i fall apart

nov 15 - plug in the projector

in the dream we were in some sort of a school building. someone was looking for electricity to plug in the projector(???). i picked up a notebook, it was a diary belonging to a pakistani worker (?????) and read it. secretly he has the power of electricity. i looked up towards PETER PETRELLI who was standing next to me, and stuttered, "just like... like...." (i meant to say him, or veronica mars, but i just couldn't get it out) and out of the corner of our eyes ali larter who has been sitting at the table in front of the room got up, and suddenly she was next to us, pointing a gun to our faces.

THE END. OMG