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my enemy had them in a poiuch. one i remember as a feather, and the other looked like some sort of dried pod. it rattled. my enemy had hunted me for a full year, kept this poor innocent girl's soul bound just for the purposes of harming me with it. i was elric. my enemy's ploy was having its intended effect. i, the un shakable, was shaken. an outside party was suffering because of me. someone i might have cared about once. someone that was sufficient bait that my enemy knew they would draw me. i wanted to saty in the dream until its conclusion, but the snooze stops going off after an hour.
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monkey out in space
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green, vast fields, pure air. the chase brought me to a small church in what appeared to be a small town, abandoned? upon entering the church i noticed that everything became a lot smaller as if build for midgets - really small people. i looked around for the washroom and when i found it i noticed that the walls were smeared with shit and blood all over. two men occupied the only tow urinals both wore black suits although I could only see their backs ... i needed to piss so I open the door to the only toilet stall - the toilet was overflowing with feces....i woke up.
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pete
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the other night i dreamed that thin little round slices of baguette baked with olive oil was an aphrodisiac. hilarity and danger ensued.
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gja
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Dangerous hilarity or hilarious danger?
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gja
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What is dangerous hilarity? Splitting ones sides I suspect. What is hilarious danger? Watching your friend fall down a set of stairs with anguished expression Im thinking.
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pete
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the first, it occurred in a commerical kitchen, with knives, ovens, grills and deep fryers in the vicinity. the dream didn't last long, interrupted by my alarm.
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in a silent way
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a slipper for an eye to aid with memory. "not all dreams are important," she says. "no, but some are," i say. tape and the narrow descent. getting lost in the concrete curves. a tribute to homeless irish goldfish. taking criticism for adopting a name that's similar to someone else's, but not identical. and on it goes.
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what's it to you?
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