thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


November 04, 2008

how to resume the weirdest dream i've ever had:

blurred scenario, apparently a bed where we both sat. i talk with a. (my ex). she is, however, wearing the face of b. (an old girl friend - not 'girlfriend' - of mine). and she tells me about her affair with c. (a girl i've met last year, and who i wouldn't mind to know better, if you know what i mean). now, what the hell is this shit supposed to mean anyway?

[miss chatterley asked me, when i told her this dream, what would freud say about it. to be quite honest, i'd rather not know that.]

10:34 PM

 

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