I remember when I was a little girl...
I just finished watching Obama's speech at the D.N.C. He said a lot of expected, predictable things (I did enjoy his "We must stand up and say, 'Eight is enough!'" comment, however - one can only hope that McCain will utilize a sitcom's title in such fantastic fashion) and I was left a little under whelmed for the most part. It is hard to believe ( Read more... )
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My dreams are a very interesting thing... what I consider to be a normal dream most others would consider nightmares. I've had bad dreams my whole life and kind of take them as part of who I am now. The *worst* one I ever had was when I was much younger. I had a recurring dream that a dog was chasing me and would always catch me right before I reached the safety of my house.
Not any ordinary dog; this one woulda inhaled Cujo in one gulp. Real straight-from-hell kind of beast. This is probably why I'm a cat person.
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I would be in bed and hear a noise outside my window. I'd get up and look out my window to see Freddy Krueger standing right there. He'd wave and start walking to the front door (which was visible from my window). I'd instantly remember that the front door was unlocked. I'd run down the hallway to lock the door even though I was well aware it was far too late.
One of the only slightly non-realistic dreams I ever had.
I'm a cat person as well. What are the odds?! :)
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My dreams get pretty damn horrid to sleep through (though few actually wake me up... guess I'm getting used to it). On my bad nights, I entertain the thought that Clive Barker, were he to be inside my head, would pee his pants.
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