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Jun 13, 2011 19:45

A few weeks ago I had the strangest of dreams! I was running, right, and there was this kid, or, no, a boy actually, and he had a gun! And firing it at me. The kid was bloody fat, I've no idea what that is supposed to mean, if you dream of a fat boy shooting at you.

Anyway, I'm running, there's screaming, I'm holding something, and the fatty shoots me in the leg! I felt it, too! My knee spasms sometimes just at the thought-oh it did it just now- and so I got shot, and I'm falling! Oh, this is bad, this is bad, and I see the thing I was holding. And then, everything went dark.

I'm not used to dreaming, in fact, I've done it... zero times before I came here. Now it happens a lot.

Also! I went shopping when I was out, wow, it was fun. I'd never done that before! Mostly browsed things that were around me, but I was able to actually touch and smell them. I bought a thin, flimsy book, too. I left it somewhere, oh, I'd tell you all the name. It's P-something, I know that, and there was a woman on the cover of it... hm.
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