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Dreams can be more fun that actual conciousness. Last week I dreampt that one of my ex-boyfriends had a new girlfriend named Holly that was going to visit Qubec, Canada like I did last summer. I asked him how long she would be staying, he replied, "6 months" and I laughed and told him that he better find a new girlfriend. heh, even in my dreams, I am a mega-bitch.

Last night, I dreampt I either was or worked with (it changed person, sorta) a fetish photographer named Richard Lamb. Apparently my work was like "snuff films" but done as stills. I was also pretty famous and controversial. Perhaps I was shooting for Vogue or something. The photographs contained your classic models in bondage/latex but also chicks being drowned while strangled. Those images don't seem that provokative to be, but it might because I was calling them "art", it made them become more taboo. My parents were also in the dream, my stepmom was in the dream calling the photos, "disgusting" and the reason I thought I was famous is because there were vocal opponents (that's how you know something is popular, when people speak against it). Some woman who had been raped while being choked and her husband were talking about how horrible the pictures were. The focus shifted, and I was just doing collages with the works. Not really sure what the collages were supposed to do, but maybe I used the GIMP to create them!!! haw haw haw, that was such a horrible pun...