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neurological dryer lint

dirty deeds... and the dunderchief

 

really, REALLY weird dream last night that i remember with alarming clarity. in it, i was in a stranger's house in a neighborhood i didn't recognize, but i knew the house belonged to someone i was acquainted with. there was a black hummer parked in the driveway. i was in the house, coming up from the basement, and i had just murdered two people - people that were close friends of mine that happened to be Corey and Topanga from Boy Meets World. and i couldn't believe i'd done it - but i knew that the reason i'd done it was i'd taken the wrong kind of allergy medicine and it made me go completely insane and i just stabbed the two of them to death with a fork. i was freaked out, knew i was busted and that no one would believe my story, and i had to figure out a way to make myself appear innocent. i wiped down fingerprints from the entire place, everything i touched. i left the house and just went and hid somewhere. later i met up with some other friends and they 'broke the news' to me that our friends Corey and Topanga had been murdered, and I feigned shock. I kept thinking 'you have to run and get out of here, if they find out you did it you'll be totally screwed and everyone will hate you forever'. so i ran again, and some more friends tried to come after me, trying to find out why i was leaving town. i remember talking to renee with that group and thinking 'if she finds out i'm a murderer she'll never talk to me again', and being SO panicked... i remember her saying 'i can't believe someone would kill Corey and Topanga, they're such nice people'... i remember going through the back of the house and a helicopter flying overhead. they were on to me. then i woke up.

it took me a few minutes to calm myself down after i woke up and convince myself i wasn't really a murderer. then the funniest thought came through my head - 'you know, it'd be ok, the murder wasn't your fault. you're kinda like moses was, wanted for murder that he 'technically' did but it all ended up ok, and you were just trying to run so you would have a chance to start over - after all, moses was gone for like 40 years for the same reason, and he met a girl and had a family and everything. you won't be alone.'

now, it's the middle of the day and i realize how silly it all is, but when i woke up, man, i felt 100% rational about wanting to run because i was a murderer. wacky.

besides all the people on that show should get stabbed anyway. :)

 

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