June 2009
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life as a library
In real life I know a boy named, let’s say, Ethan. Or used to know. When Ethan was 26 he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was shot and killed.
In dream life last night he was also gone, but a few people didn’t know. I was at a bar, drinking alone (so like real life!), and the bartender said, “Oh my god it’s Ethan! Ethan’s right behind you!” I...
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You don't have a personality
Terribly disturbing dream last night. Children were being abused. I was involved somehow. I remember walking by a cat and petting it and thinking, “Huh. I’m nice to animals and violent to little kids. Isn’t that bizarre?” Then just walking on. All of my friends were involved. We were doing everything we could to hide the evidence before the children’s parents...