it's rather often that many people talk about nightmares or insomnia on their blogs.

yes. i got a calphurnia-esque "call it my fear" not too long ago. thanks anyway. no conspirator shall drag me out on this purpoted ides of march. blah.

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i remember this dream i had a few months ago. i dreamt that somebody committed suicide. somebody that was quite close to me. leaving a suicide note on said person's blog. only shane and i believed the death. the rest thought it was some hoax, some elaborate prank. that all happened in the dream. weirdly enough, said person's parents weren't at the funeral. only people from school.

and now i know what it all means. in retrospect, everything falls into place. it is so right, i understand everything now.

the person never killed himself, obviously.

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i think dreams shouldn't be taken literally, but rather metaphorically. just like caesar's statue spurting blood. ok fine. the part about romans bathing their hands in the blood did happen for real, but other than that. take everything with a pinch of salt. it may not be that simple as you think it is.
quixoticka eulogized @ 8:41:00 pm