Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Dream Journal 4

Currently Listening To: Stockholm Syndrome by MUSE
This one was...



My hands were made of bacon and I ate them. I was picking at my fingernails, and I lifted one up somehow, which revealed bacon. Raw bacon. And I ate it. What the hell? That makes no sense. I can devise a meaning from the rest, but this... This is ridiculous.

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