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[dreamsonaplane]

I have no idea why I'm writing this here, chances are if someone finds this, I'm probably going to get--

But, that's not the point.

Have you ever felt like you're trying to wrack your brain to remember some sort of half-remembered dream? The feeling that weighs down on you, as if you're supposed to remember something important. It's like, I'm

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he didn't read the rest of that.

[rudolphofvamps]

I have a lot of feelings, Robert.

he figured.

[dreamsonaplane]

I have a lot of other things to do than to hear your feelings on how your life mimics Lion King.

it's all over when someone says his name in a post

[rudolphofvamps]

I'm bloody Hamlet, didn't you know?

god, what a narcisst.

[dreamsonaplane]

That's great.

[rudolphofvamps]

Shall I scribble down what's a good time of day in UpsideDown World to call poor Robbie? You could make a schedule.

[dreamsonaplane]

Sure, how's never sound?

[rudolphofvamps]

But what about my feelings? I just have so many.

You wait by the phone for me to ring you. It's not like any bloody other person would. Except maybe Willow.

[dreamsonaplane]

Do you want a journal to keep them in? I hear it's all the rage with wannabe musicians and fifteen year old girls.

Ring me one more time and I'm throwing my mobile into Sydney Harbor.

[rudolphofvamps]

I got a journal. Write in it all about you. [ That.. had sounded way meaner in his head. ]

I'm telling you, Fischer, don't care if I can ring you or not. It's your loss, mate.

[dreamsonaplane]

Write about me like the Greek poets and their gods.

I'd waste a perfectly good phone.

[rudolphofvamps]

Do a bit of poetry, I do. I'll show it to you sometime. I think you'll really like it. [ dryly. ]

You would, at that. Wouldn't be crushed by stifling loneliness or anything like that.

Now what's this about dreams, mate? Starting to believe me after all.

[dreamsonaplane]

... You seriously write poetry.

I'm not lonely, I have ... people. Not that it's any of your business, either.

Half-remembered dreams, there's a difference.

[rudolphofvamps]

..I used to.

That's why you hang about with the most pathetic vampire on the planet. Likely story.

Get those too. They usually mean something bad. Does it feel like a name you just can't remember even though you should?

[dreamsonaplane]

You're suddenly starting to get depth, I'm not sure if I like it.

I highly doubt you're Edward Cullen. [subtle way to cheer him up. take it or leave it, assface.]

It feels like there's something, I don't know, maybe something I should know? A set of numbers, a name - anything.

[rudolphofvamps]

Shut it. You bloody love my depth. [ That sounded less sexual in his head ok. ]

You never know, mate. Might find a world out there someday where I glitter. ...Though I hope I never do. Rather be dust.

Set of numbers. Like a combination?