Weird dreams
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Last published Mon, Oct 5, 2020
Join me going down the slow moving escalator to madness. Put your hands in the air! Wheeeeee!!
Sorry these aren't all that well written because I write them literally seconds after I wake up. I'll update it every time I have another dream worth writing out.
If you want a go at trying to explain the meaning behind any of these feel free.
P.S. Sometimes I'm a shapeshifter/werewolf/vampire in dreams and most of the time people don't have faces. Perfectly normal stuff by my standards so you know what you're riding into.
P.P.S I feel the need to add there were no drugs involved. Just sleep.
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