Let it Snow
Welcome. My first entry of the haphazard events in my life. I will begin with a dream I had last night:
Walked down a pier towards a raging ocean, my boyfriend, wearing his backback and fully clothed, decided he would jump in. I pointed to the large waves crashing against the sharp protruding rocks, and he sheepishly admited I was right. I'm always right, he should start listening to me. Then he placed a creeping insect on my shoulder and I beat a young boy unconscious for trying to get into my house. Felt guilty as hell.
The dream came to an abrupt end as I awoke to being thrown straight accross the bed. Apperantly I'm a bit of a bed hog.


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Your account of your dream filled me with me with an unfamiliar feeling. Fear? No. Dread? No. Wait, got it, nope, wait, there it is. Your dream filled me with hunger. So, I made myself a sandwhich. It was good. It had peanut butter in it.
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