I've had a series of radically uncharistic dreams the past 3 nights.
And my dreams are weird to start with.
They took a turn for the violent though.
1. I shot my dog...a lot.
2. My father and I captured Gabriel Sylar...I was a gorilla.
3. I attended a sci-fi convention and was attacked by airplanes. One ex called another a bitch. I went to that store before in a different dream.
The night of the 9th I actually slept really well and had fun dreams.
*smiles to self*
June 10th
I feel myself getting vain.
This is not good.
June 11th
Is it irony when I notice a large poster for E.R. the television program, and see ambulance lights flashing on it? Is it sick that I chuckled?
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