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Ow.
Maybe I'm spending too much time sitting at these computers. I just stood up to look out the window and suddenly the tops of my feet hurt, badly. And the pain spread up to my shins and doesn't seem to want to fade.
I am definitely out of shape.
Weird vivid dreams last night / this morning.... I remember bits and snatches.
Someone travelled from the future and prevented me getting in my car, just before my car was hit from behind and smashed by a much larger heavier car. In return for having my life unfairly saved, I was doomed to lose everyone I love.
I was watching out the window of a hotel and saw HER approaching, and dashed downstairs to try to catch her. We met in the lobby and chatted; she had a (boy?)friend with her.
I was doing some dramatization of some arabian something-or-other, around my garage. There was an evil cursed sword (with a dagger hidden in the hilt) that my character was anguishing about, and I took it and hurled it at the rock wall. (The first try failed.) The second try succeeded and the sword stuck in the wall by the point, but when I pulled it out the tip was broken off. Then we retired to the carport for drinks and revelry, and while we were there a bunch of people came over the hill with a giant cross and tried to convert us from our evil ways.
It's a good thing I don't believe in prophecy, or else I'd lose everyone I love (starting with my car) and become a Christian.
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I am definitely out of shape.
Weird vivid dreams last night / this morning.... I remember bits and snatches.
Someone travelled from the future and prevented me getting in my car, just before my car was hit from behind and smashed by a much larger heavier car. In return for having my life unfairly saved, I was doomed to lose everyone I love.
I was watching out the window of a hotel and saw HER approaching, and dashed downstairs to try to catch her. We met in the lobby and chatted; she had a (boy?)friend with her.
I was doing some dramatization of some arabian something-or-other, around my garage. There was an evil cursed sword (with a dagger hidden in the hilt) that my character was anguishing about, and I took it and hurled it at the rock wall. (The first try failed.) The second try succeeded and the sword stuck in the wall by the point, but when I pulled it out the tip was broken off. Then we retired to the carport for drinks and revelry, and while we were there a bunch of people came over the hill with a giant cross and tried to convert us from our evil ways.
It's a good thing I don't believe in prophecy, or else I'd lose everyone I love (starting with my car) and become a Christian.
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