Also, I found this old dream that I had a year or so ago, which I had written about to a friend:

yo, i had the most whacked out dream this morning that i have had since
halloween night of last year. without spending two hours typing in all of what happened, it involved me and three other people who were like some kind of group of heros or adventurers or something, and we each had a sort of role, not unlike the ninja turtles (ie, donatello does machines). anyway, there was this part where we were following this old gandalf style guy, and we were all riding horses across this lake, and like these arms of water (like in the abyss) are trying to grab us and stuff. and then we are up on this snow covered mountain in this transylvania style castle, getting ready for some kind of fight or something. then i forget what happens, but there was some part where we lose or have to die, but its cool, because we know that we are going to come back, we have it all worked out. and the way that its worked out, is that like yaki is there, and he has this knife, and on it he draws these four ancient hebrew letters or symbols, one for each of us, and each of us somehow is spiritually bonded to their symbol, because its like some vehicle to come back. and then he shows us this page with all these names on it, and we each have to go through and erase whatever names apply to us. the names are like all variations of our real names and roles in this group, and there are so many of them and they are so obscure, that they get a little jumbled, and people erase some ones that don’t belong to them here and there, and that means that we end up getting scrambled when we come back to life. like our roles get scrambled. then we have to lay down in this room in the dark, and keep our eyes closed until we are called. but the room is gradually getting lighter, and if we get exposed too much to the light or open our eyes, then something bad happens and we cant come back to life or something. i remember laying there with a book over my face, because i was scared of the light getting into my eyes. anyway, everybody else gets called before me, and then its my turn, and i come over to them, and there is this altar with a crazy old blackened corpse laying on it, like hundreds of years old. and it grabs my left hand and puts it over its mouth, and puts like its saliva on me or something by moving its mouth around, and then makes me touch this weird old metal statue next to it, which is seated and has no head or arms, and then, POOF! i’m back to life as a new person. but i’m not the same one as i was at first. this time i am the strong man of the group, and this one other guy says that i am “Hercules, the most professional man in the universe” and he is all jealous, and wants to trade with me. but i wont, because that means i would have to die again and risk not coming back and getting scrambled again. then we all head back to the castle on the mountain, and i am barreling down these weird country roads driving this dump truck really fast all expertly. we were going back to the castle to kick the ass of whatever it was we were fighting. but then i woke up and came to work.

I also have little line drawings of different things in that dream someplace. Gotta find em.