Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by Snarky's Ghost, Sep 7, 2017.
But..but...I didn't create my dream
Oh I´ve started the year so far reaffirming my condition of "Dallas" fan / freak / geek / crazybat...
I dreamed about it again a couple of nights ago. It was a recurring dream I´ve had since I met the Fab Five in France in 2007. I usually dream that I meet Linda or Charlene and try to make them remember that moment, and of course they can´t remember me. This time I was out with my family (and we all were much younger) and I met Charlene with a friend of hers (this dream makes me look like a kind of creepy stalker, I know..), and again, I say hello to her and tell her a few things...And then I try to give her my phone cell number so we can arrange an interview for my site. But my ballpen just doesn´t write and it makes me go crazy...so Charlene and her beau get the hell out of there. Then I see here again in the street but she runs away from me...Doctor, is it too serious?
I think I just figured out why…
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Didn't want no one to hold you. What does that mean?
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Yes, teeth being pulled out is a common dream for many people apparently.
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The anxiety when I woke up!!!!!!!!! I had to repeatedly tell myself it was all a dream. That I could safely go to work.
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Brazen faced no good tramp Mo. You’re better off.
I’ll take care of her.
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