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3 Dreams I Had This Weekend

1. A sheep appears: I spend the entire duration of dream time scratching it. It has no mouth.

2. My mother comes home from the market carrying the school cat, which immediately tries to scratch out my eyes. I negotiate for a compromise and it scratches my arms instead. Blood all over the sofa. I wake up with confused, bittersweet and misplaced feelings about the cat.

3. I live in an old house: am regularly spooked and inconvenienced by the tormented and trapped souls within the mirrors.



Also, I am grumpy this evening. My favourite socks ALWAYS go missing, I have — once again — no time to do something personal for teachers' day, the fanfiction Inception saga I follow on Facebook is facing Suckiness In Plot, no one older than 21 knows what an IS is, I just sat through the most inane facebook parody which begs its own parody, and the smell of durian permeating my house is so pervasive, it has reached even my psyche.

Tomorrow shall be a better day! (This is potentially and unrealistically optimistic, taking into account the KI IS consultation that has always been traditionally spirit-crushing.)