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I was in a mansion. It was dark and there were hallways. There were two parallel hallways running down with rooms at an even interval; it was cold and dead. I remember being lost, but my dream self didn't seem to have a problem with it at all.

I walked around to the other hallway and found that in the other hallway, there was a Hispanic maid, maid-ing the rooms.  She asked, harshly "What are you doing here?!"  And I don't remember answering.  She was so normal, and there was a light around her.  Why didn't I stay with her?

I wandered into a large, and main room.  There was a single television there, and I watched people mutilated and mutilated on the screen.  The picture was black and white.

I felt uneasy.  I was going to go back to the maid, but something was in my way.  It was a person, and I'm bewildered to say that it was a hobo.  He looked... distant.  And he walked closer and closer to me, his eyes were dark and hollow...

He reached out, and grabbed me and held me up and I woke up.

Not my usually groggy wake-up.  As in, my dream self was about to scream.  I opened my mouth and I was about to scream and I felt such horror.  I remember this, and taking one final look at the hobo, I took in air, and my eyes just opened.  I saw my room's darkness, and I felt the air still in my throat.

I remember that afterwards, I drew a picture of the hobo, and his image is clear in my mind.  Because of that last look.

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Taking Philosophy and Psychology is hard work.

After a while, it's hard to keep them apart. My friend and I were just taking part in a vigorous AIM debate (not very vigorous, really) about whether or not the rising gas prices and global warming relate to the analogy of the cave.

Today was my second day of class.

Sometimes, I wish there were no talented people.

I feel so stupid and inexperienced when I see the artistic work of all the websites/people listed at the Best Web Gallery or some other generic CSS design gallery.  I feel, 'why couldn't I have designed that?' and feel a depression.  Then I get inspired, I create something I like, a bit.

Then I get unmotivated, and the thing I create gets thrown into the 'hate' pile.  Talented people inspire me, but they depress me.  Why.

What would happen if you sprinkled black pepper on someone's chopped carrots while they were looking away and told him/her that there were bugs on their food?

I believe that the trick would be to get them a quick view of the food. Hopefully, their brain should make-do with the available information and they should believe you. However, if they were keen spotters, they would:

• hate you
• think you're stupid
• both

They could really be tricked into thinking their food is being mauled by ants and hate you.  But they could come to the false conclusion that you honestly thought that the pepper was ants.  They'd believe you retarded, then.

The real trick, after the quick-view one.  Should be the execution of your voice.  This is the technique I'd use:

You should say it as if you're trying not to laugh.  But that you're trying to convey a real message.  As if you saw those bugs and wanted to laugh at your victim for being so unfortunate.  Unless your friend is a firm believer in deadpan, you should never be completely serious.

Be sure to say, "Psyke!" right away.

Else you'll face the problem of mine where everyone takes you seriously no matter the stupidity of the words.