I had three dreams last night.
In the second dream, I was hanging out with my brothers and cousins, and we ended up playing a weird form of basketball in a pool, with flotation devices. It was fun to say the least.
It was the most fun I had in a while.
In the last dream. I had to for some reason, agree to do a forfeit. Despite me begging deeply, and just about practically prostrating myself at the feet of my tormentor, my forfeit was to sit in a dustbin while a body part of a recently killed frog was to be dumped in. I screamed and screamed and screamed and ran away, not caring how pathetic I looked. This was before anything had happened.
After they had a huge discussion, I was lured back there, with promises that a live frog would be put in. I sat in the dustbin and watched from outside, with my odd dream perspective, as he cut up the frog and dumped it in.
I screamed. And screamed and lost my mind.
I woke up.
In the first dream, I don't know what, but I dream't of her .
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My Head Hurts - Friday, June 8, 2012 @ 11:05 AM
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My Head Hurts - Friday, June 8, 2012 @ 11:05 AM
I had three dreams last night.
In the second dream, I was hanging out with my brothers and cousins, and we ended up playing a weird form of basketball in a pool, with flotation devices. It was fun to say the least. It was the most fun I had in a while. In the last dream. I had to for some reason, agree to do a forfeit. Despite me begging deeply, and just about practically prostrating myself at the feet of my tormentor, my forfeit was to sit in a dustbin while a body part of a recently killed frog was to be dumped in. I screamed and screamed and screamed and ran away, not caring how pathetic I looked. This was before anything had happened. After they had a huge discussion, I was lured back there, with promises that a live frog would be put in. I sat in the dustbin and watched from outside, with my odd dream perspective, as he cut up the frog and dumped it in. I screamed. And screamed and lost my mind. I woke up. In the first dream, I don't know what, but I dream't of her . |
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