Random existinential babble
Last night I had the wierdest dream. Ever. I was dead. Truly dead. I felt nothing, I experienced nothing, I didn't even know I was asleep. I didn't know a thing. What does this all mean? Am I seeing the future? Am I going crazy? First I dream of my friends and then I die? I hope that does not mean that I'm trying to spend time with them before I die. Or maybe I'm reading too much into all this.
Why am I writing all this instead of what's happening in my waking hours? Quite simple. 'Cuz nothing goes on in my waking hours.
*gor* prayedÃÂ
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