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I definitely need to stop eating leftover fried rice before bed.

Posted on 2009.01.06 at 10:05

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peacey at 2009-06-01 16:26 (UTC) ()
Dreams are the most fascinating things ever. I wonder if there's a community where people share theirs. If there is, I'm all over it.

My most recent was really chilling, and I'll not hijack your journal to tell about it. Suffice to say it ended with me running around the corner of a city block to find the barrel of a pistol leveled inches from my forehead. In the calmest voice, the guy holding the gun said, "Bang," and I woke up. I wrote the scene down because it's going in one of my stories for sure.

Anyway, I think God is trying to tell you you're way too obsessed with Canada.
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primroseburrows at 2009-06-01 17:50 (UTC) ()
Nah. I mean, I don't care if I EVER darken the door of a Canadian Tire. And I can't remember ever dreaming about Canada before (or any other specific country aside from my own, actually).

And besides, I don't think God likes one country better than another. And even if he did, it'd probably be some little one that never makes any waves and never hurt anyone, like Liechtenstein, or even more likely, one that got violently trampled through no fault of its own, like the Navajo Nation.

What I really think is that I'm way too disappointed about not being able to do my Annual Holiday this month. That and the fried rice.

Dreams are very interesting.

Edited at 2009-06-01 17:59 (UTC)
peacey at 2009-06-01 21:02 (UTC) ()
Oh my, the God thing 'twas meant as a little joke. I can't handle such Serious Business on a Monday.

I'm sorry about the lack of June holidaying. :( Perhaps later in the summer?
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primroseburrows at 2009-06-01 23:22 (UTC) ()
August, unless the sky falls. :)

And oh, I remember! I did dream about Cape Breton once, quite a while back. It was a really weird dream involving, hmm. Another field trip, this time with some patients from the Intensive Treatment Unit of the hospital where I work. One had curly hair and a purple pen. It was eerie (as opposed to Erie, which isn't anywhere near Cape Breton).
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