Someone dressed up like my brother (and band mate in the Society) began to electrocute that area near my right shoulder and probably tried to drain some life-force or something. Anyhow, I knew that the demon wasn't my brother and I let out a war cry and began to attack.
And that's when I woke up. The war cry sounded like a strange wheeze in real life.
Oh...and last night's dream, I came up with a stand up comic routine that involved buying 16 to 20 tacos. Apparently, I was also in high school.
End transmission.
Monday, December 03, 2007
More Unintentional Symbolism
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Labels: comedy, demon, dream, high school
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