Thanks to Elliot, I can figure out some of the symbolism of my dream.
( Interpretation )

I just had the most peculiar dream. I've had it before, once, I remember... but that memory sits on the edges of my mind, teetering over, like a ship on the edge of the world.

Anyway.

The dream started out in a different way... I was at school, and I was... knitting. First of all, I've got no idea how to knit. Second of all, I wasn't knitting ( Read more... )

I miss my Red Baloon already ( Read more... )

Have you ever wondered if elderly people ever get dust in between their wrinkles ( Read more... )

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I guess it's time to update with something that actually says something this time ( Read more... )

I am so angry... I can barely type this ( Read more... )

Wendy:Peter.. where do you live ( Read more... )

Wow. It's been a while since I updated with something that actually said anything ( Read more... )

Quiet musings give birth to foggy words.