I've just woken up from a thoroughly gruesome dream in which Nic and I were living back in Luton.
For those not in the know Luton is where Nic and I were living together, for two years, in a really shitty student house with two 'right-on' types. The town of Luton is jam packed with fucking idiots and clones. Clones of other idiots.
Anyhow, my recollection of this dream is patchy, but one or two things remain pretty clear. Nic and I were in some kind of DIY store - getting things for our house, I presume - until one of the shop workers stopped us on the way down the stairs on the way out of the shop. She must have been about 17, and a loud, gobby fuckwit. I'm not really sure what she said to us. Somthing about 'no bones on the stairs' (wtf?). Anway:
I took offense to whatever it was she said, and fucking lost it. I dropped everything I was holding, and clamped my hands around her stupid neck, and made an attempt at both strangling and forcing her head through the shop window. Nic walked on like nothing had happened, out of the shop. The girl I was throttling sort of vanished, and I found myself wandering the streets looking for Nic.
I ended up lost in Luton's indoor market. A big guy in black asked me if I was alright, and I told him I was lost. He led me away to a little room where I carefully explained that I really am a nice guy - but earlier on I tried to kill a little girl. He didn't seem terribly concerned by my confession. He then attempted to trick me into going on a 'Blind Date' style show that was going on in the club next door.
Then I woke up.
Proper update when I get some new pictures.
For those not in the know Luton is where Nic and I were living together, for two years, in a really shitty student house with two 'right-on' types. The town of Luton is jam packed with fucking idiots and clones. Clones of other idiots.
Anyhow, my recollection of this dream is patchy, but one or two things remain pretty clear. Nic and I were in some kind of DIY store - getting things for our house, I presume - until one of the shop workers stopped us on the way down the stairs on the way out of the shop. She must have been about 17, and a loud, gobby fuckwit. I'm not really sure what she said to us. Somthing about 'no bones on the stairs' (wtf?). Anway:
I took offense to whatever it was she said, and fucking lost it. I dropped everything I was holding, and clamped my hands around her stupid neck, and made an attempt at both strangling and forcing her head through the shop window. Nic walked on like nothing had happened, out of the shop. The girl I was throttling sort of vanished, and I found myself wandering the streets looking for Nic.
I ended up lost in Luton's indoor market. A big guy in black asked me if I was alright, and I told him I was lost. He led me away to a little room where I carefully explained that I really am a nice guy - but earlier on I tried to kill a little girl. He didn't seem terribly concerned by my confession. He then attempted to trick me into going on a 'Blind Date' style show that was going on in the club next door.
Then I woke up.
Proper update when I get some new pictures.
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antenna:
I can't.
munch:
