dreams to make the hardest man whimper in a corner...
Mood: meh
Listening to: quacking ducks
dreams last night were quite messed up, as they are usually when i choose to write in the blog. after all, who would want to hear about my uneventful dreams?
as i struggled to fall asleep, i seemed to dream about not being able to sleep very well. for some reason we went to a hut in the jungle and inside was dr joe turner (an accupuncturist in brentwood i used to visit a lot) and he got me to tilt my head over and poured some sort of magic shamanic medicine in my ear that was supposed to help me. daphne x was with me on my journey, and as we left the hut, dr joe came with and it was like we were travelling through some sort of game world on a quest for something.
me and my subconscious...
