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:: Monday, November 01, 2004 ::
Boom, Baby, You're in My Dreams
I had the weirdest short dream--Boomqueesha (the person, though, not the PP character) was in my room, sitting on my bed, telling me that my symptoms were of a nasty virus. The sore scratchy throat, the fatigue, the red itchy spots all pointed to it. He said it would be awful for seven days. I had this feeling that I should go to the health center and get a doctor's note so I could skip Japanese and Theatre, which in my dream I had already missed.
Boom, why were you the bearer of this news? I don't get it.
I hate anxious dreams. They mean I'm nervous or, golly, anxious about something, but I already know that.
I didn't sleep all that well, by design almost, tonight/last night. The sun breaking over the last of the autumn leaves was a beautiful sight to see and worth any sleepyness today, though.
:: Kazen @ Always Doing 3:29 AM [+] ::
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