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Hiccup,
hides bottle, shakes head,
'I love you. Soooooooooooo much'
Smiles blearily.
sweet dreams are made of these....
I've had some pretty ok dying dreams too.
One in which most of the dream was the flashback of my life flashing before my eyes... only.. it was all some other life.
And a couple less ok ones.
you are welcome!
please don't think I ignore you.
I'm just more prone to comment if I get to be nostalgic or cheeky.
I had become suddenly and awkwardly aware of responding to certain people a lot more than others.
Dreamt that Collar N Cuffs changed her profile picture to a head-to-thighs selfie of herself.
Except her face was Michael Jackson.
I dreamt that I was cyborg and could cut my own hair by imagining what I wanted, holding a spoon up to my eye which would then reflect the image from my brain back into my eye computer. Then my hair would all stand on end for just a moment as though I had stuck my finger in the comical electric socket, the extra bits would drop off and it would all fall into place with the new style, perfectly coiffed.
I blame MastersDelight
I was traveling alone in a bleak, abandoned asphalt shadow-world, and approached a complex of empty buildings. As I entered I was surrounded from the shadows by a menacing group, threatening and taunting me. When the leader tried to mark me with a gang symbol as a form of humiliation, I was filled with rage and exploded with screams and launched my fist at his face.
I awoke from the dream in blinding pain. I had punched my bedside table as hard as I could, shredded the skin from my knuckles and injured my wrist, which is still throbbing as I write this.