dreams
I went to bed at 4.30 this morning, and I blame Chingo. I got off the internet relatively early in order to watch DA/sleep but ended up coming back on after an episode and Chingo was still there, then I ended up writing a silly 60 line poem and then she challenged me to write a poem with the rhyme "barbershop quartetish/fetish" so I did. And the I went to bed with the window open which was a bad idea because it meant I ended up having dreams about J.
Another weird dream I had was working in my dad's place as a photocopier person, with someone from the carry on movies, but I ended up covering the photocopy in jam....
Also someone was trying to kill me and someone was trying to save me from this person (the killer reminded me somewhat of thingy from the matrix...hugo weaving), but then I was the person saving me....so when it came to direct confrontation I became the killer and the saviour and geena Davis with half her face liquifying became me....and there was another crazy shoe dream, it's the 3rd one and the second that takes place in a shop in belfast that doesnt even sell shoes....
Gotta stop having these crazy dreams...
Someone was being sick last night, and I went to see who it was, it turned out to be Bob, my sympathy disippated when she had obviously just had too much to drink...
Tonight I go to Chingo's where I shall have a cup of tea!!!!!!!!!!!! I've run out of milk...and going to buy some would mean that I would have to get up, get showered, get dressed and get cold! So no....
I'm never going to sleep with the window open again.
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Another weird dream I had was working in my dad's place as a photocopier person, with someone from the carry on movies, but I ended up covering the photocopy in jam....
Also someone was trying to kill me and someone was trying to save me from this person (the killer reminded me somewhat of thingy from the matrix...hugo weaving), but then I was the person saving me....so when it came to direct confrontation I became the killer and the saviour and geena Davis with half her face liquifying became me....and there was another crazy shoe dream, it's the 3rd one and the second that takes place in a shop in belfast that doesnt even sell shoes....
Gotta stop having these crazy dreams...
Someone was being sick last night, and I went to see who it was, it turned out to be Bob, my sympathy disippated when she had obviously just had too much to drink...
Tonight I go to Chingo's where I shall have a cup of tea!!!!!!!!!!!! I've run out of milk...and going to buy some would mean that I would have to get up, get showered, get dressed and get cold! So no....
I'm never going to sleep with the window open again.
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