Dream Log: October 30, 2000 (idea)
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Mon Oct 30 2000 at 17:36:34
~Fleeing down the linoleum aisle, they were after me. Rows and rows of computers burst violently shooting great flames of blood that sluiced and streamed
surging lava like
after me as if it had a life of it's own. Hiding in the
darkness of the stairwell
all sudden-like a small girls body slammed into my side with such great force. Her arms around me instinctively hugging each other in tremendous fear. We crept up and breathlessly peering between the steps from behind the staircase for the pursuers. Catching her hand
I pulled her along then thrust her protectively forward
down the stairs. Inky darkness and fear swallowed us. Bolting through the restaurant I recoginsed the
lady with the perky nose
middle aged gent with owl-like spectacles
. We jumped into the car only to, ram, run, and plunge into the side of a tremendous sinkhole. Looking through my purse for idenification someone had put a card in there that said I was a lap dancer at a near by establishement. Desperatly glancing behind me, all my friends were gone...
could vouch for me...that this was a lie!
I'm a teacher
Cuffed at the wrists, they led me back into the resaturant. The perky nosed lady
sneered and spat
I knew it all along!!
while the bespectacled man hastily shoved his face in the menu and
not to know me.
~Remodeling the school
gave me some folding curtains to take home.
took her wallet out to show off pictures of her kids when they were toddlers. Out they sprang like holograms, impish with faces like
they danced around
. I wished I had spent the money to get holographic pictures taken of my boys when they were small.
I like it!
Dream Log: October 29, 2000
Dream Log: October 31, 2000
When life gives you lemons, just shut up and eat your damn lemons
The most wonderful girl in the world
It tastes like burning
Dream Log: October 11, 2000
October 30, 2000
SRIs and Future Drug Therapies for Depression
Active Shooter Training
Stepping out in grey
Lost in thought and unfamiliar territory
The Lord's Prayer
Try not to look into my eyes
Tell me a story about cranes
Burning of the Libraries of Alexandria
Somebody Calls and You Answer Quite Slowly
detachable box magazine
Active Shooter Training
I didn't love him until I feared I would lose him. One does not love breathing.
areas between curves
i feel alive when i'm close to the madness
August 17, 2018
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