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Had a weird dream or two last night.
I think in one of them, I had been given syphilis by either a dirty piercing, or sharing some drugs with the piercer. There was a large house where the piercer practiced, and I think there was some kind of cult/secret society that lived there. I think I was living there too for a while. I remember it was all a bit dirty and scummy, but the people were ok. There was some strange Bob Marley lookalike who kept going for my mate's neck in a vampiric styleee. I knew he was just kidding... or that it wouldn't hurt like my mate thought it would..., but it was really pissing off my friend. We'd all frequently be walking single-file from one place to another for some reason, and they'd pass in the hallways; Bob would lunge at my friend, he'd flinch, and Bob would chuckle.
When I found out that the piercer had given me syphilis, the Bob Marley guy had it too... I think we were friends and had been pierced (or shared drugs, I'm not sure) at the same time.
I took a trip to America to see Karin just on a whim. I stayed with John Revill (former house-mate who I knew through Kira) who was over there visiting relatives... in fact, I think it started as being at home watching a tv show that happened to be set in the same non-existent town that Karin lived in, and I saw her street on the show, so _was_ over there looking for it... while riding a flying sledge... held up by bunches of balloons... which escaped so we crashed... which is (obviously) why I had to stay with John's family. We took a cab from where I had crashed back to John's relative's... the cab couldn't make it around a particular tight corner that reminded me of one of the alleys near my Plymouth friends' old houses.
While in John's relatives lounge, his niece/cousin/whatever noticed a tattoo on my leg. I looked and saw that it was some advertising, confused I cast my mind back to see what I could remember, and I remembered a bit of the previous dream that didn't happen, where I was in a club (with Bob I think) wearing shorts and some guy came around with a rubber stamp and stamped his advert on my leg. It was cool at the time because it was for WKD Blue ... or whatever other blue beverage had got me as pissed as I was.
Just sat in John's relative's house though, it wasn't so cool and I was embarassed and couldn't get it off.
So, yes, hmmm, psychoanalyse that if you want, but I think it's just general oddness escaping from my brain in the safest way it can.
Hello
:-Lightinthedark
I think in one of them, I had been given syphilis by either a dirty piercing, or sharing some drugs with the piercer. There was a large house where the piercer practiced, and I think there was some kind of cult/secret society that lived there. I think I was living there too for a while. I remember it was all a bit dirty and scummy, but the people were ok. There was some strange Bob Marley lookalike who kept going for my mate's neck in a vampiric styleee. I knew he was just kidding... or that it wouldn't hurt like my mate thought it would..., but it was really pissing off my friend. We'd all frequently be walking single-file from one place to another for some reason, and they'd pass in the hallways; Bob would lunge at my friend, he'd flinch, and Bob would chuckle.
When I found out that the piercer had given me syphilis, the Bob Marley guy had it too... I think we were friends and had been pierced (or shared drugs, I'm not sure) at the same time.
I took a trip to America to see Karin just on a whim. I stayed with John Revill (former house-mate who I knew through Kira) who was over there visiting relatives... in fact, I think it started as being at home watching a tv show that happened to be set in the same non-existent town that Karin lived in, and I saw her street on the show, so _was_ over there looking for it... while riding a flying sledge... held up by bunches of balloons... which escaped so we crashed... which is (obviously) why I had to stay with John's family. We took a cab from where I had crashed back to John's relative's... the cab couldn't make it around a particular tight corner that reminded me of one of the alleys near my Plymouth friends' old houses.
While in John's relatives lounge, his niece/cousin/whatever noticed a tattoo on my leg. I looked and saw that it was some advertising, confused I cast my mind back to see what I could remember, and I remembered a bit of the previous dream that didn't happen, where I was in a club (with Bob I think) wearing shorts and some guy came around with a rubber stamp and stamped his advert on my leg. It was cool at the time because it was for WKD Blue ... or whatever other blue beverage had got me as pissed as I was.
Just sat in John's relative's house though, it wasn't so cool and I was embarassed and couldn't get it off.
So, yes, hmmm, psychoanalyse that if you want, but I think it's just general oddness escaping from my brain in the safest way it can.
Hello
:-Lightinthedark