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Been having some bizzare dreams lately.
Last night I had a dream where I was hanging around with a construction company near the pub I used to work in that employed magical girl alchemists. I remember them casting a spell by mixing various onimous liquids called 'cross freeze' complete with an accompanying animation and big icicly words. The result of that spell was that they produced a large cerebellum with its various bits colored in as if it were a display model. The spell was necessary for something to do with windows. The dream told me that I didn't really understand why but what they were doing was logical enough. The neighbourhood was populated mostly by unidentifiable new-style cartoon characters, y'know, the kind that they have nowadays which you may catch a glimpse of but not think twice about because they're not as good as inspector gadget or the original turtles. I don't even know if they were actual cartoon characters I've seen or just made up. There was a hot window cleaner-ess who was an ordinary human being who I would have totally gotten some out of if she were real :(. She was pretty hot for my steamy love. There was the ever-present threat of a 'black man' who 'escaped' from a park of all places. Whenever anyone talked about him I was all like "So what?" but everyone seemed to live in fear of this guy. I mean, if you had to incarcerate someone in a PARK, they can't be THAT bad. This dream also saw me hurtling about dangerously on a red london bus being driven from the upstairs by old pal Rawling.
Night before I was on a placement in a mental unit, which was more like a house where people with schizophrenia hang out. The world cup was on, and it was england vs brazil in the semis. I was watching it with some patients in the 'lounge', if you could call it that. At a point early on in the game where England were 0-1 down when I had to wander off for something I can't entirely remember, but it was medicine-related. I came back 5 or 10 minutes later to meet frustrated exclamations as Brazil had pulled forward again making it 2-3. That's as many as five goals in 5-10 minutes. And that's terrible. Long story short, England won. I don't know how, nor the score. Anyway, next semi was Germany vs HIGH ELVES. The elves must be really good at football because they kicked germany's asses. They wore silky light blue shorts and had silky light blue bits on their kit, so they looked kinda like Argentina.
So, once again, any Freudians out there want to make something of that?
Last night I had a dream where I was hanging around with a construction company near the pub I used to work in that employed magical girl alchemists. I remember them casting a spell by mixing various onimous liquids called 'cross freeze' complete with an accompanying animation and big icicly words. The result of that spell was that they produced a large cerebellum with its various bits colored in as if it were a display model. The spell was necessary for something to do with windows. The dream told me that I didn't really understand why but what they were doing was logical enough. The neighbourhood was populated mostly by unidentifiable new-style cartoon characters, y'know, the kind that they have nowadays which you may catch a glimpse of but not think twice about because they're not as good as inspector gadget or the original turtles. I don't even know if they were actual cartoon characters I've seen or just made up. There was a hot window cleaner-ess who was an ordinary human being who I would have totally gotten some out of if she were real :(. She was pretty hot for my steamy love. There was the ever-present threat of a 'black man' who 'escaped' from a park of all places. Whenever anyone talked about him I was all like "So what?" but everyone seemed to live in fear of this guy. I mean, if you had to incarcerate someone in a PARK, they can't be THAT bad. This dream also saw me hurtling about dangerously on a red london bus being driven from the upstairs by old pal Rawling.
Night before I was on a placement in a mental unit, which was more like a house where people with schizophrenia hang out. The world cup was on, and it was england vs brazil in the semis. I was watching it with some patients in the 'lounge', if you could call it that. At a point early on in the game where England were 0-1 down when I had to wander off for something I can't entirely remember, but it was medicine-related. I came back 5 or 10 minutes later to meet frustrated exclamations as Brazil had pulled forward again making it 2-3. That's as many as five goals in 5-10 minutes. And that's terrible. Long story short, England won. I don't know how, nor the score. Anyway, next semi was Germany vs HIGH ELVES. The elves must be really good at football because they kicked germany's asses. They wore silky light blue shorts and had silky light blue bits on their kit, so they looked kinda like Argentina.
So, once again, any Freudians out there want to make something of that?