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Okay, so I had a dream last night about starfish. Here's roughly what happened, and not necessarily in the right order.
I remember there was a part in my dream where I was looking at starfish and playing with them and letting them swim in the water, and then I was like "oh, they gotta go back in the tank, because they need saltwater, not freshwater" and this girl was trying to free them, and I was like "No, they'll die. It's lake superior. They need ocean water!" but the starfish were rubbery and a bit slippery, and they didn't feel or look quite like they should have, so I dropped them by accident a lot.
And apparently someone in my dream (might have been Adam) told me that starfish sex only lasted about 3 minutes and that they didn't do much. However, I watched the starfish, and I was proved wrong, because they were...rather intimate with each other, but in a monogamous fashion. Lots of flapping.
Edit - for some reason while I was in the water, my freckles either became purple, or were purple outright. I had forgotten about this portion of the dream when I wrote this note, but I remember it now.
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And then the night before this, I dreamed that Danny and I were talking amicably, and I was all proud of myself, so I gave him a hug goodbye, which he turned into latch-onto-my-neck-with-his-mouth goodbye, which I was rather happy about. Also, Krysta found my garnet ring! Too bad this stuff didn't happen in real life, lol.
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The night before that was a nightmare where some nameless guy killed and raped me, and as my head got cut off, I thought, thank god he's killing me first so I don't have to remember the rape.
So I wake up into another dream and I'm talking with my old babysitter Chris, who I wanted to have sex with, and who felt the same. So we're in the process of having sex when he's like "You like it eh? Just like with the corn." And because of the corn (I'm assuming it's attached to all the internet sex jokes and the presbytery baby corn thing), I instantly remembered the horrors of the murder/rapist from the night before and I flipped out, so scared, and I wanted my mom, and I ran to her crying.
Then I wake up again into another dream and start telling everyone about this dream, and talking to my mom about how scared I was, and then I dreamt about how afraid I was to go to sleep and how impossible it would be. @@
This week has been crazy for dreams. My friends have been having weird/seriously frightening dreams as well. Figured I'd write them down here so I don't forget them.
 Renee the Rabid Squirrel · Fri Oct 05, 2007 @ 05:43pm · 2 Comments |
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