dreams

[sybella]

I dreamt last night that I went to an old warehouse/club wherein you could pawn what was left of your soul. Everyone was in tattered black victorian clothes except one man in green. I was carrying my soul around in a tattered cardboard box. Everyone else had elaborate gilded cases. Nothing was in my box but some books and papers.

Comments

[noblerot]

Your dreams are much better than mine. I'm just saying.