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requiem for a repeat

<< Dec 17, 2004 @ 12:41 >>

God, my dreams... I couldn't begin to make cohesive sense of them. Apartments with lots of trapdoors and matresses. Flooded creeks. A mix of people I do and don't know. Things I've dreamed about before though-- I can always recognise that if it's the case.

I had this memory of another dream in my dream. I did NOT, in fact, have a roommate called poops in London and he was NOT, in fact, a cartoon wearing an Alvin and the Chipmunks style giant shirt nor Ed, Edd, and Eddy thick glasses.

And why did I wake up with Elliot Smith's "Bled White" in my head?

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