42? blue! no! yellow!

November 4, 2001

These dreams keep haunting me every night.

The details change, but the themes are the same.

I'm wandering around a military complex, an ancient anthropological museum, or a lost underground tomb, and I'm the trail the Answer to Life Itself.

I've journeyed for days and already I've come across answers to so many questions. My mind is brimming with possibilities, and I am amazed at how simple things are.

I'm almost to the Final Room, or the Ancient Tablet, or the Lost Writing, when I have to use the bathroom.

Sometimes the dream ends, or it continues with this stupid search for a fucking bathroom.

Then I wake up, groggy, wondering what I was dreaming about, and then, I remember!

The Answer to the Universe! The Meaning of Life! I scramble for a pen and paper, until I remember that I had to use the bathroom in my dream.

Which means I really do have to use the bathroom.

By the time I'm...done, I can't remember a thing.

This has been happening for the past month...