Rolling over in his grave, Freud is…
I have wonderful recall when it comes to what I dream about. This can be very interesting, very entertaining, and as of last night, very disturbing.
I’ve dreamt I was dead, dreamt I was being poisoned by a small viking, dreamt the standard naked-in-class dreams, saving the world, world is ending, swiming, flying, filling in as a replacement keyboardist for Depeche Mode…
Last night in my dreams, I met a man who kept cats as pets… cats that no longer had bodies. Just heads with a piece of spine sticking out. They hopped around on their spiney-peg-leg…. meowed and everything.
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