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I gotta be in love or something like that.
Jan. 4th, 2006 04:47 pmI woke up about nine A.M. and went back to sleep. And lo, within that stretch of time, it was as if my subconcious said, "Let's completely freak her out with a trippy as hell dream! About her favorite show!" And it happened.
( Cut for those who care not about my strangely detailed Lost-riddled dreams. )
Yeah. But the whole "I can't swim!" thing coming before the GINORMOUS waves thing is just a mite on the creepy side. So basically: I would be doomed and go the way of Shannon and Walt (for hallucinations/seeing things that AREN'T THERE and for saying serious Sixth Sense crap).
But amusingly, a while after this I thought, "Okay, so who would I be? The sheltered kid who's first trip overseas ends in disaster? What would my flashbacks be like?" And then I figured I was insane and need to go out more. The end.
( Cut for those who care not about my strangely detailed Lost-riddled dreams. )
Yeah. But the whole "I can't swim!" thing coming before the GINORMOUS waves thing is just a mite on the creepy side. So basically: I would be doomed and go the way of Shannon and Walt (for hallucinations/seeing things that AREN'T THERE and for saying serious Sixth Sense crap).
But amusingly, a while after this I thought, "Okay, so who would I be? The sheltered kid who's first trip overseas ends in disaster? What would my flashbacks be like?" And then I figured I was insane and need to go out more. The end.
