Waikiki Section 8! Another day writing and smokin' big ol' doinks in the Amish. My Seroquel dreams have shifted from bad to just weird. Not unpleasant but sketchy: meeting presidents, producing porn and smuggling metals were just the start of a sketchy procession. I might check in later. I popped two ambien at 5:30 to encourage myself to fall back to sleep. The ambien didn't work then but it's working now. I had a dream in which I barfed a rainbow of 9/11 on a PC forum. Pretty far-out crap. It's overcast and still in our microclimate, which is nice.