Cold fingers…
Posted by tmz_99 on July 21st, 2006 filed in UncategorizedSo last nights dream is a little less dramatic then the last, and a bit more vague as the alarm washed most of it from my mind like a dishwasher washes a cat that lost it’s way.
Basically I was chilling out in NZ with some of my old friends, Aaron Le Pine Williams, Sonya (an ex-gf) and 2 other girls who’s names I’ve now forgotten upon waking up. We were all watching ‘Temptation’ with my mum, and Aaron left first. What an unexciting dream, yet so nostelgic I didn’t want to get up.
It’s hard to get up when you can hear the rain and the only thing that goes through your mind is how cold your fingers will be by the time I get to work…. I gotta get some grip heaters.
July 21st, 2006 at 11:57 pm
What does the picture have to do with your dream? And how could you have cold fingers in the summer? I’m confused…
July 24th, 2006 at 3:56 pm
Hey brother!Long time and stuff… 🙂 I had an odd dream the other night too: it picked up where everyone was running around in kind of a panic ’cause wierd things were happening all over…and people were winding up dead.This was all going on in one of those large house mansion deals-none of those large rooms which would actually identify it as a mansions-but it had enough rooms to get lost in.We realised that the cause of the deaths was aliens,either killing people or mutating them(til they became large killing aliens themselves).These aliens could evolve/mutate very quickly (‘Species’ style) and we noticed(while holding the door closed on some aliens which would have liked it if we let them in),that the smallest kind of alien was a little tiny worm type thing,squishy dark brown and ugly-and as soon as they pretty much touched you they could absorb/crawl into you-the last scenario i remember of the dream was a litter of kittens were mutating-we killed the ones that were rapidly turning into alien killing machines,but it was MY job to apply grizzly euthanasia to the remaining ‘possibly infected’ ones for everyones benefit with some jagged bit of metal with a handle thing that didn’t look like it was made for killing kittens quickly and efficiently.After making sure the poor little buggers was gone-i woke up.
Moral:Everytime you masturbate-God kills a kitten….please….think of the kittens
-True story