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Abandonment Issues
I think I have abandonment issues because I had a really weird dream last night with a common theme as of late. I dreamed, yet again, that I was back in Canada. I was
Read More »Dreaming of Toronto
Last night I had the strangest dream, and I blame this photo which I first saw on my friend Gail’s blog. In my dream I was with my husband walking up some random street
Read More »Damn Hippos :(
I’ve decided I don’t want my own hippo anymore. I think I’m really afraid of them now, as I probably should be. Last night I had the strangest dream. I was walking down the
Read More »Chocolate Covered Coffee Beans
Last night I had yet another fucked up dream… which most of mine usually are. I have lost most of it from my memory but these are parts I remember: A talking horse that
Read More »Doctor Breigh
Fucking hell I had the craziest dream last night. I think it beats out any of the other crazy dreams I’ve ever had… it’s starting to slip from my mind though and I know
Read More »Sailboat Dream
Last night I had a strange dream, but I’m already starting to lose a lot of it. I dreamed that I was on this mission to be more active and do more in my
Read More »Eating Ass
Ugh I had the wierdest fucking dream last night and it’s fading too quickly! Here’s what I remember: I was in an area where there was a lot of people, like a city center
Read More »Jimmy’s Apartment
I was living on my own in Canada, it was as if Xander never existed and it was a year or two after I had broken up with Jimmy in Toronto. I had to
Read More »I’m Psychic … and I’m FREE!
I have been having some really weird and horrible dreams lately. A few different nights I had dreams about my family, that I was home again and all kinds of weirdness was going on.
Read More »Slave Driver
Don’t let the friendly face fool you! This woman means business! hehe Xander’s mom is totally whipping our asses into shape and making us work in the house. It was funny because yesterday I
Read More »Uniforms
I was staying at my Nana Hazel’s for some reason, but she and papa weren’t there. The house was sort of different, it was bigger with more rooms and painted different colors. There was
Read More »Monica Cucumber
I’m still in high school and one night I’m visiting a friend, her name is Monica Komkommer which is funny because komkommer is Dutch for cucumber. I somehow get a message from an old
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