3.18.2001
I dreamed of a world or era where everyone on the planet worshipped this supercomputer as a god. They all believed that it was some kind of prophet because every afternoon at 5:05 pm it spit out a obscure equation that it was "working on." See the planet was dying, and as far as anyone could remember this computer was supposed to find the secret to their salvation. Each day, the computer grew one step closer to the answer. The computer had even requested to be "fed" human food and other mundane comforts so that it could better understand man's interests and modicums. The government, society, and religion of the world all revolved around the expectations borne of this machine. No one remembered where the machine came from or who had built it. No one even knew why the planet was dying. Except me.

Many things happened during this period. I entered adulthood, fell in love, and was exiled. Cut to the chase, I couldn't take it any more. Storming the central city plaza, armed to the teeth, I ripped open the back of the computer with my hands. In a fit of rage, I had decided to expose the only point of confusion our world. If I couldn't decipher it, I would destroy it. I was as shocked as anyone when I saw what was inside. It was, of course, a midget.

Most people, upon seeing their entire belief system shattered, quietly returned to their government-provided domiciles and unceremoniously commited suicide. The remaining dumbfounded officials allowed me and the midget (who's name was Otto, by the way) to return to banishment. The dream ended with us sitting on a verdant hillside outside of the city's protective enclosure, which was quickly sealed behind us. We were staring at the horizon...

Don't know what it means. I'm waiting for a good night to finish the dream.
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