You don't really want to know what goes into either. Like why did the airport have a laundromat? And why was my mother being so insensitive when I told her I didn't want to do the laundry at the airport? And who the hell stole my clothes?!!!
Yeah, a good pillow means more time for your brain to fuck with you.
;-)
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And why am I wearing binder clips for earrings? And why is my next door neighbor in my kitchen? I hate that guy!
amen to that! Weird dreams have been a lifelong plague of mine. F'rinstance, why does the tyrannasaurus know where i am hiding in the swimming pool holiday complex and try and smash through the ceiling?
and why don't my Gargoyles talk to me when I'm awake?
And why do I keepp having to take that algebra final over and over?
and will I always outrun the faceless man in the plaid pants?
I have some interesting and very complex dreams sometimes. . . trouble is I can't remember them! But I always remember the Clay ones!
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