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ridiculously strange dreams. i am a surgeon who services both animals and humans. something goes awry in the or, and i am killed. i am about to go to work on a white pitbull when this happens. the dog dies during the commotion my death causes. i am revived from the dead in some way, but not by my colleagues. i am more or less a zombie, but only in that i clearly look dead and have a bit of trouble understanding things, as i don't live in "reality" even tho i am among the living. the dog is revived as my zombie companion, i think by me. no one can see us despite the fact that our bodies are physically alive. i wake up while contemplating it all.
the end.
try finding that in your b. dalton dream dictionary.
the temperature outside is fantastic. it's within sight of ideal. cool, clear days inevitably remind me of the fall of my freshman year in high school, for some reason. i don't remember anything in particular about any winter before that. it's september 21; is the fever finally breaking? too much to ask.
i think something or other from my dream was lifted out of my book. a character has been fighting an illness for some time and has slowly gone from living beside the illness to living inside of it. that's how i'd describe the dream sensation of being dead/alive and invisible to the rest of the world. this guy's empathy and understanding for the emotions one has under slightly unusual circumstances (ie, wasting away from aids not exactly being a "we've all been there before, dear," *pat pat* situation) is amazing. it's like he effortlessly embraces the entirety of the human condition. my list of "gays to marry" grows ever longer.
i'm going outside. i'm going to take pictures!
noiz.komplaint went to urb and sab without me. i h8 her.
the end.
try finding that in your b. dalton dream dictionary.
the temperature outside is fantastic. it's within sight of ideal. cool, clear days inevitably remind me of the fall of my freshman year in high school, for some reason. i don't remember anything in particular about any winter before that. it's september 21; is the fever finally breaking? too much to ask.
i think something or other from my dream was lifted out of my book. a character has been fighting an illness for some time and has slowly gone from living beside the illness to living inside of it. that's how i'd describe the dream sensation of being dead/alive and invisible to the rest of the world. this guy's empathy and understanding for the emotions one has under slightly unusual circumstances (ie, wasting away from aids not exactly being a "we've all been there before, dear," *pat pat* situation) is amazing. it's like he effortlessly embraces the entirety of the human condition. my list of "gays to marry" grows ever longer.
i'm going outside. i'm going to take pictures!
noiz.komplaint went to urb and sab without me. i h8 her.