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It was so vivid. I dreamt that some body stealing daemon in a man's body was after me. All he had to do was hug me, and the thing would crawl out of his body and tear its way into mine. Freaky shit. I remember thinking, ok, any second now I am going to die. But of course, like in all dreams, I didn't. Instead I bolted awake at the very last second.
Last night's (or this morning's) dream was weird too. I dreamt that I was being followed down dark inner city streets by a guy called Michael O'Seanassy. I never spoke to him or saw much of his face. I also knew he couldn't or wasn't going to hurt me, but I didn't know why he followed me. All I really knew was his name.
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
6:41 PM, Saturday, September 20, 2008
I guess I have my recent obsession to blame for the weird dreams that I've been having over the past few nights. I know I can completely blame the single episode of Angel that I tried watching for my dream yesterday.It was so vivid. I dreamt that some body stealing daemon in a man's body was after me. All he had to do was hug me, and the thing would crawl out of his body and tear its way into mine. Freaky shit. I remember thinking, ok, any second now I am going to die. But of course, like in all dreams, I didn't. Instead I bolted awake at the very last second.
Last night's (or this morning's) dream was weird too. I dreamt that I was being followed down dark inner city streets by a guy called Michael O'Seanassy. I never spoke to him or saw much of his face. I also knew he couldn't or wasn't going to hurt me, but I didn't know why he followed me. All I really knew was his name.
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