In response to Meera’s butter-clocks, I had a pretty nice dream last night. There was this highly unlikable guy, who went nameless, although I think he represented someone. I told him to go into a certain room. He did, and fell down the stairs. This room, you see, was just a door with stairs behind it, except the stairs went on forever.
12:36 am on Thursday, April 24th, 2003
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I had a dream the other night that my mom had cancer and was dying and that my dad left her for Elle Macpherson. It was really sad, and annoyingly overran into my day, like the labia-peircing dream.
I guess the Elle part isnt so weird tho, I had bought some of her underwear that day.