One messed up dream.
I don't often remember my dreams. It's quite unusual for me to. Maybe once or twice a year is all. But when I do have them, they always thoroughly confuse me as to where the hell they came from. I had one last night that I feel like telling people about
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As for the dream... um... wow.
...No stalking.
(My last major dream of note involved my [late] dad and myself shopping for a leather fedora-ish hat like Ed's in some store that was vaguely creepy for some reason... fluorescent lights and stuff, felt more like a jewelery store or drug store or something, dark with bright highlights and a blue tinge... this was, of course, after the T2 tv show that made no sense... but my dreams have a 50/50 shot of having Terminator-something in it... anyway.)
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