Tuesday, 7 June 2011
09:45:23 PM (GMT)
This dream I had last night...
I was talking to...
No, that can't possibly be right.
I woke up with a fuckin' charlie horse in my left calf at two in the morning right
after I ran home in the dream.
I was standing at the end of my street, talking to... John. I remember the fact that
we were hanging out and was it... fighting bad guys in the dream? I'm not sure. But
at the end before I woke up with the charlie horse, I stood at the end of my street
and talked to John but he was... really different. Like, he actually wanted to talk
to me and... it was just wierd.
Do I... still like him?
I don't even know anything anymore, it's all so screwed up... and this is just...