This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.

7/20/2004

I don't even know why I'm posting this. Maybe for interpretation.
 
Dream Sequence:  I'm at Sarah's house. I just walk in the front door without knocking, holding an extremely large styrofoam cup full of coffee. I walk into the living room, and there's someone sitting in a recliner watching tv. It's one of her brothers friends and he asks me what I'm doing there. I just reply with, "I was invited".
 
*FLASH*
 
I'm on the road, with Mark and Amanda. We're all naked, but Mark is in bed under his blankets (Thank God). Amanda takes my laptop into the bathroom so she can play with her Neopets, and I've got nothing to do. So I walk out of the bathroom and Sarah and some other guy are in my bed, both of them naked as well. But they aren't fucking. Mark is talking to Sarah and this other guy is talking to me, trying to get me to fuck her. I just sit there listening to this guy when he pulls out a box of condoms and hands me one. All conversation ceases at this point. The three of them are looking at me. "I'd better check with Amanda first", was the only think I could think to say. So I go into the bathroom to tell her what's going on, and she just disappears. So I grab my laptop and IM her wondering where she went: That I had this crazy story for her, and I got a response from someone called emule. The response looked exactly like this.
 
emule: die.
 
Then the screen went black, and I woke up.
Comments:
You have the most fucked up dreams of anyone that I know.

I had a weird dream the other night too, though not as weird as yours!

HIZZY
 
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