My prophetic vision of a Las Vegas destroyed.

If you’ll note, my previous post regarding confirmation that the downing of the Russian Metrojet was caused by a terrorist bomb, was posted at 4:07 am. That’s right, bitches. 0407 hours, PDT.

Insomnia is a wonderful, beautiful thing by which to just be creative and psychotic.

Anyways, with all this stuff fresh in my mind, I went back to bed and attempted to sleep. I drifted in and out of lucidity. Fell asleep here and there, sorta, woke up, never really entered REM, still it felt good to lie beneath the sheets on this cold morning.

And then I had one of my prophetic visions, which, incidentally, never come true. But they are amusing.

In this one, I saw a plane, I saw bombs, and I saw Las Vegas.

I hate Vegas so much that I might actually cheer if that hellhole in the desert is decimated.
But that’s just me.