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[amadeupname]

I had a dream last night that my dad was a cop, and he left his gun in the middle of the street (with his name on it), and some criminal found it and killed effing_emo's dad. And then the next day in chemistry class (which I had apparently never turned in an assignment for, and was supposedly the room that I'd taken precalc in even though math classes aren't held in science labs) she wrote me a note about it, thinking that someone else had killed her dad, and we spent the rest of the dream trying to find out who really did kill him.

When I woke up, there was this sound like someone knocking on something hollow, followed by something that sounded like sand being poured on whatever was being knocked on. I stared at the wall for a while, wondering what the hell that sound was, before I rolled over to see this cute little bird tapping on my window and flapping his wings! I have no idea what kind of bird he was -- I'm pretty sure he wasn't a sparrow. Maybe a hummingbird, though I really don't know. Anyway, he flew away pretty soon after that, and then I got up. That was kinda nice. ^_^

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[thesaneminority.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid to ask why, dear, but you might as well tell me anyway.

[jered-cain.livejournal.com]

Two nights in a row, I've dreamed of a situation that somehow pertained to Rent. And yet there was something different about it, too.

Night before last, it was just normal, everyday stuff. Then I started singing "Seasons of Love" and everyone else started singing it with me.

Last night, I could've sworn there was something System Shock-like about the dream, and yet, I dreamed of that catfight between Maureen and Joanne, too, and them singing "Take Me or Leave Me".

I wonder what's next tonight. The Life Café?