No, of course he isn't. But I spent the better part of last night feeling certain that he'd show up by my bedroom door in all his frightful beauty. I re-read The Picture of Dorian Gray yesterday, and it's one of those books that just refuse to let you go. Cliché? Obviously. Still true though. I've got a painfully cheap copy of the book that I got at a sale when I was in my early teens or whatever, and it contains both Dorian Gray and the story about the Canterville Ghost. Cool, huh? I heard the Canterville Ghost story when I was a kid and I was so scared I felt sick. And for ages afterwards I nurtured a phobia of corridors, which I think remains with me to this day, really. In a diluted form, of course.
During the brief period I did actually sleep last night, I had a weird dream. I was going to Västgöta nation for some sort of weird party, along with the guys from Miami Ink for some peculiar reason. Only we were all living out in the forest by a lake, and there were loads of problems to actually get to the bloody party. I told everyone else to go ahead, and I'd get there later. So I was staying behind, trying to sort my hair and stuff out, which ended up with my hairspray exploding and me losing my eyesight. In the end I managed to get to Västgöta, but it was a pain trying to get anywhere as I couldn't see anything. Yeah, whatever.
I'm getting my hair cut on Monday. Can't bloody wait.
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Berättade jag om drömmen jag hade då?? Om att jag satt i en frisörstol och fick en stor boaorm nedtryckt i halsen på mig....ända ner i magen gick den! :O
Hur tolkar du den?? Du o dina fallosar! ;)
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