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averygoodun42At the risk of repeating myself, I must say that I do not like mosquitos. At all. I'm not sure that, given the chance, I wouldn't destroy the balance of the ecosystem and destroy all the buggers.
Last night I had one of those long, drawn out surreal dreams that should have been really disturbing but somehow fell short. It had one of my highschool aquiantances as a psychopath of epic proportions. Interesting, as I haven't even thought of him since he graduated, and, when I did think of him, he wasn't the one I would have thought to be a potential danger to society in a violent sort of way.
Anyway, most of the dream was a riddle of how to bathe all the prisoners without endangering them, the water supply, or the guards, myself included. I failed in solving the riddle, obviously, because there was a riot and the prisoners started unlocking cells willy-nilly, the silly beggars. One was laughing at me as I cried out for him not to open the last cell on the block, but his smile faded pretty quickly when Patrick came out, twice as big as I remember him being. He mildly flicked his wrist, sending the stupid man who'd freed him to the floor and then gave me that charming smile of his. I think I woke up about then.
On one hand, looking at the dream from my waking perspective I feel like I ought to be horrified. Some aspect of me has freed my inner psychopath? Eek. But, really, I'm not that worried. Even though the dream had a disturbing face, it was almost more playful than anything. As I said, it was a riddle to solve, and I didn't solve it properly. Oops.
It does make me want to look up Patrick and see how he's done for himself. He was one of those people that I was introduced to too late to get to know and had no opportunity to get to know better.
Last night I had one of those long, drawn out surreal dreams that should have been really disturbing but somehow fell short. It had one of my highschool aquiantances as a psychopath of epic proportions. Interesting, as I haven't even thought of him since he graduated, and, when I did think of him, he wasn't the one I would have thought to be a potential danger to society in a violent sort of way.
Anyway, most of the dream was a riddle of how to bathe all the prisoners without endangering them, the water supply, or the guards, myself included. I failed in solving the riddle, obviously, because there was a riot and the prisoners started unlocking cells willy-nilly, the silly beggars. One was laughing at me as I cried out for him not to open the last cell on the block, but his smile faded pretty quickly when Patrick came out, twice as big as I remember him being. He mildly flicked his wrist, sending the stupid man who'd freed him to the floor and then gave me that charming smile of his. I think I woke up about then.
On one hand, looking at the dream from my waking perspective I feel like I ought to be horrified. Some aspect of me has freed my inner psychopath? Eek. But, really, I'm not that worried. Even though the dream had a disturbing face, it was almost more playful than anything. As I said, it was a riddle to solve, and I didn't solve it properly. Oops.
It does make me want to look up Patrick and see how he's done for himself. He was one of those people that I was introduced to too late to get to know and had no opportunity to get to know better.
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