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24-June-04, 07:39 PM
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| Bi P-Hoe-lar  Join Date: Jan 2004
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    |  Interpret This. I had a strange dream last night. Our family had moved to a new town, into a town and house we were not allowed to move out of. It was not permitted. We were not the only occupants in our new home. My brother and I were only five or six. My mother and my brother left my father and I at home, and when they came back, they saw that my father had been slaughtered by the creature in our home. We all knew it was there, but we did not talk about it, we just left it be. Only glimpses of it as it ran by, a small white creature with an oversized head and oversized eyes, a pale white with brown striping down its back and pointy, hair-filled ears. But this is not a simple monster story. Someway, some how, my mother had made an obligation to go to a faire. My brother went with her, but they got a ride with one of my friends, and there were only seats for two. I was only five or six, and I was left with a monster. At the faire, my mother was crying, but my brother, now fifteen, was silent. Grim, but silent. They were at the faire, and my mom fulfilled her obligations. My friend drove them home, talking about how his thirty thousand dollar car had arrived broken, and the dealership had given him a Volkswagen Jetta to use until it was fixed. He mentioned how great the Jetta was, and how he was going to keep it. He pulled up to the house, and all three of them stepped out of the car. Nobody entered the house, and my mom was crying again. My brother, now twenty, was still silent. He pulled the shades back (they were on the outside of the sliding glass door), and the house was quiet and still. My mom continued crying as my brother said four words; “He’s dead, you know.†My mom, still crying, began yelling at my brother. She screamed through tears that he always blamed her, and that she was going to leave him home alone next. That is when I awoke.
__________________ I wrote a haiku "We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about."but it is not very good so I won't share it. -Albert Einstein |
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24-June-04, 07:49 PM
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I tried that, but plate maille is a b!tch to get on.
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24-June-04, 07:50 PM
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Who the hell lives in a shanty? Unless it's the Slanty Shanty, but that's a story for another forum.
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24-June-04, 07:54 PM
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Me, not to mention almost every other person in the world.
Because I don't.
Better is subjective.
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24-June-04, 08:02 PM
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Or it could harken back to an abused childhood, or I ate too much chinese food. I had a similar dream after reading that Zombie Survival Handbook in one sitting, only it involved zombies and they killed everyone but me because I had read the book. Edit:
Nope... think more an undernurished Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, but an entirely different color. I'll draw something up shortly.
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24-June-04, 08:08 PM
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| PCApex Reviewer From Hell  Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Sunnydale
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 | And maybe the box isn't the kind of box your thinking of. A box can be a lot of things. You asked the question, and it was rather strange. Why should we answer your question so easily. I think the answer to your question is a box and you know whats in it. |
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24-June-04, 08:18 PM
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| you guys think I'm messed up now, wait until I'm done coloring this sketch I scratched out.
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