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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 6:33 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:50 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 12:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 6:59 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 7:48 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 9:51 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 9:31 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 9:34 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 11:12 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 10:59 am
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Sure! ^.^
My dreams are uber long, so forgive me:
I dreamed of myself sitting at a dining table. I was dressed in a tight dark-green victorian dress. A ribbon flowed from my hair: It was tied back. I sat at this table, looking down at my plate. Across from me was Richard Roxburgh; you know, the guy who played Count Dracula on Van Helsing. Well, he was across from me, and it appeared we were awkwardly making conversation.
I was asked into a different room by someone else, and, after a short conversation, I went back into the dining room, placing my hand on the middle of Richard's back. He slumped forward, seemingly in a daze, though the moan he let loose was unmistakable. He liked my touch.
Soon, I went back into the other room and changed into a different dress. I then walked into the dining room again, but it was weird; I couldn't see a thing, yet I could. Richard looked like he was talking to his parents, but I 'couldn't' see them. I walked forward and then to a door on the left. It opened up where the gym door did at a school I used to go to. Except there was a huge crack in the ground. I followed my sister's voice and slowly descended a bit into the crack, climbing past a part before my sister smiled at me from where she sat. She then tugged me out of the crack and led me to a small sandy shore. From there, I was alone, circling the little lake she'd led me to. I heard something behind me, so I turned and looked; it was a werewolf. I froze, terrified, and I tried to back up. Just as the werewolf attacked, Richard appeared, scratching at it's face so badly it ran away. He turned to me and watched me be sick. I was frozen in terror. My hand was clutching my heart. He asked me if I was alright.
It was weird, because I woke up.
And I was laughing so hard at that Edward Cullen dream you had; I hate Twilight as well. I'd love to just hit him upside the head with toilet paper.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 12:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 12:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 11:28 am
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