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I had the weirdest damn dream last night. I threw a party in my loft-barn, but the only people that came were e-friends, and a girl I know who kept showing up and just looking at me from across the room. I'm trying to figure out where all my real friends are, when this canuck girl I sorta know comes up and tells me I'm actually in Canada... with my house.
This being a dream, I wasn't particularly phased. Nor was I phased when somebody disappeared, and it was decided they were shot by the canucks next door. So we have this big elaborate rumble, until the only people left standing are me, the canuck girl, and the other girl who was wandering around someplace. This is about when my dad shows up, tells me way to go on the rumble, and then tells me its my birthday. I woke up, and was really kinda pissed that it wasn't actually my birthday.
Any psych majors/buffs want to tear this one apart? Feel free, because it just kinda weirds me out.
This being a dream, I wasn't particularly phased. Nor was I phased when somebody disappeared, and it was decided they were shot by the canucks next door. So we have this big elaborate rumble, until the only people left standing are me, the canuck girl, and the other girl who was wandering around someplace. This is about when my dad shows up, tells me way to go on the rumble, and then tells me its my birthday. I woke up, and was really kinda pissed that it wasn't actually my birthday.
Any psych majors/buffs want to tear this one apart? Feel free, because it just kinda weirds me out.