I dreamed thing 2 died. No description. Just dead. And the aftermath. That was awful. Then I dreamed something else, for a short while. Then I dreamed this dream where we were sharing a hotel room with the person I hate most in the world. I got to tell her I don’t like her. Also, she kept hitting on my man, touching him a lot, even he told her to stop being icky and weird.
Welcome to my clusterfuck!
Geek of all things magickal, mystical, and abominable. Budding psi-vamp, awful n00b goth. (Too much hippie) Pro Tarot reader. Mom. Rogue Scarlet Harlot. Occasional writer of unintelligible babble.
Geek of all things magickal, mystical, and abominable. Budding psi-vamp, awful n00b goth. (Too much hippie) Pro Tarot reader. Mom. Rogue Scarlet Harlot. Occasional writer of unintelligible babble.
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