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February 23, 2009
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  • Mood: Irritated
  • Listening to: Mudvayne
  • Reading: Watchmen
  • Watching: The L Word
  • Playing: Street Fighter 4
  • Eating: Subway
  • Drinking: Earl Grey
So, I was discussing a dream I had with a friend today. In the dream, I was just standing on a street and suddenly...shit starts coming out of my ass. Now I know that all of you know the feeling you have in your stomach when you have to go. Well I didn't have that feeling in the dream. But for some reason the doo-doo kept coming. I was fully clothed in the dream mind you, and this shit was just magically appearing out of my ass.
But anyway, I started to run suddenly. As, if running away would make the shitting stop somehow. But it didn't. In fact, the faster I ran, the shit kept coming twice as fast. Now, granted I have had some fucked up dreams in the past. I'm talking Hellraiser meets WillyWonka. But this is the only one where I actually see how it relates to my life.
I guess the moral of the dream is is that you can't always run from your problems. Becuase no matter how fast you run, eventually...shit always catches up to you.
v.vega
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~X-GloomCookie-X Feb 23, 2009  Professional Photographer
Not the most clever of metaphors, but straight to the point.

I can't quite remember what went on in my dream the other night, but I know it was placed in some circus type of environment, a fight broke out and some interesting weapons were used like plastic toy guns that shot real bullets and pebbles that poofed into bees on impact, for example..

Yup, our minds.. they are strange.. Strange indeed.
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