I had a dream last night. I had a dream about rats. Not the pestilence bearers of medical history, horror legend, or sewer reality, but the nice, white rats that people have as pets. Keeping, talking to, playing with, loving an animal that very few people will have anything to do with...
I dreamt that she was a rat and I loved her more than anything, and that I was a rat, too, and she loved me.
Strange. I rarely have dreams that seem to mean much of anything. If this does in fact mean anything more than "I saw rats at my friends' apartment, then dreamt about them."
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Old, old Pink Floyd on the radio makes me happy and trippy.
I dreamt that she was a rat and I loved her more than anything, and that I was a rat, too, and she loved me.
Strange. I rarely have dreams that seem to mean much of anything. If this does in fact mean anything more than "I saw rats at my friends' apartment, then dreamt about them."
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Old, old Pink Floyd on the radio makes me happy and trippy.
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I like comics, but I'm not as much into it to remember correctly all the comics authors names.... example: I remember having read a stunning graphic novel called "The Story of One Bad Rat" and right now I can't remember who did it.....