This blog is a compilation of dreams I have had. If there's one thing I love to mention in order to direct attention to me at breakfast, it's whatever dreams I had the night before. I like dreams, because I feel like they're fascinating little automatic narratives. I'll only report things I remember accurately. Proper names have been excluded, but I'll gladly explain further in private.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
I am Donald Duck; there is an Octopus
I am Donald Duck; there is an octopus. Donald Duck can't swim underwater very well, and the giant octopus draws me in by inhaling water, and eats me with its beak. I wake up, about 5 years old, and I'm fucking terrified. c. 1996.
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