Emnition

Bed: 23.00, at which point I meditated.
Wake up: 06.30, took notes.
Now: 07.00

Money
I'm somewhere in a building, shamelessly scratching my balls with my right hand. I've got a sensation of touch. Next thing I wipe my hand. Not that it's gonna do me much good when I meet a person and that person will shake my hand. I'm in the building to get myself a military ID, I think for Indonesia's military. That or I get send away with the statement that I require a military ID. I think it was the second option. The building doubles as a bus terminal. A guy takes me with him to another guy, who is a bus driver. The driver is illegally giving the gps coordinates of the bus to the mafia. The mafia wants John something to be safe at all times. Next thing, I'm in a car, outside. We're driving and the police show up. There's something to do with a bag of money.

Possible influences
- I went to a bus terminal yesterday that doubled as an office for a government agency.
- There was a news article yesterday of people handing out cash in a traffic jam.


Back
I'm in a house with my old housemates, Karen and Bart. Bart is doing his dishes. I'm joining Karen in her room. Holy damn, there are so many plants in here. She's growing weed. Bart walks by without talking to me.