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Odinic Wanderer
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I think my question is still valid. . . what is wrong with her?
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
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I had a dream Brinn and Boro thought they were werewolves and killed a little boy riding a tricycle by smashing an axe through his head at a shopping mall. It was a rather gory dream.
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Laconic Loreman
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That has got to be one of the greatest (yet most disturbing) dreams I have ever heard being in. Wow, what does that say about the image people have of me? Going through a mall and smashing little kids on tricycles, with an axe...I love it.
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
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Also, the boy was blind.
It might also tell something about me and my subconscious, given that there are some dreams I have deliberately decided not to post but one this brutal ended up here.
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Reflection of Darkness
Join Date: Jun 2002
Location: Polishing the stars. Well, somebody has to do it; they're looking a little bit dull.
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Aganzir deserves a trophy for her dream.
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La Belle Dame sans Merci
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I recently had a BD dream, but the details are fuzzy. I know I was playing werewolf with Mac, Rikae, and the baby, who had quite mysteriously grown to be about sixteen. Agan was playing, but I don't remember who else.
But I remember having this sort of feeling like, "I'm getting old. I remember when you were born, and now you're playing Werewolf like a pro..."
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Silver in My Silent Heart
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I was in Kiev with my grandparents who had a lot to tell me - obviously. While walking around I bump into Brin, who had come to Ukraine to meet me. I was happy and tried to explain to my grandparents that I'd rather talk with Brin (though I saw them several years earlier than Brin last time) - strangely enough, politely. I try to call Lommy and Noggie, who also live in Kiev and have a Ukrainian heritage, but can't speak Russian. They don't answer and I think it a pity that all four can't meet because I'm off to Herson (a town in the south of Ukraine, where my other grandparents live) next day. So I spend the time with Brin.
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