Last night I had a dream my mother was still alive. it seemed so real and vivid, and I remember waking up this morning, realising that it was in fact NOT real.

Fuck you, dream state.

Last night I had a dream that I was at work, and got a phone call that my mother shot my brother for some reason, and after she killed him, pointed the gun to her temple and blew her own brains out. The details of the dream were all wrong -- for example my boss is someone that in the DREAM I recognized as my boss but was NOT my current boss, or ( Read more... )

Over the weekend, I dreamed I was helping someone evade the law, and as I pushed him out of the way, I got shot by the police.

In my ass.

I awoke with a pain in the bottom of my left asscheek. 'da hell?

"I had a fucked up dream last night," Carl tells me as we're laying in bed together after I came home from work today ( Read more... )

I had a dream that I was supposed to be guarding T-shirts from various schools (???) and then my best friend's cousin tried to steal one, I stopped him, so he pursued me and tried to kick my ass, causing me to hide in a swanky bathroom's bath tub, which almost worked until my cell phone went off.

Erm, quois?

なぜ、 なぜ、 な～ぜ～僕が中学1の英語のクラスへ戻った夢をみたかい？ さらによい。 その夢には、 なぜ僕をを口説く男を怒鳴りつけなきゃことも見たかい ( Read more... )

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