Here's one for all the Li'l Freud Junior Dream Analysts out there:
My bedroom consists of a bed in the corner near the door, with water around it. That is to say no floor, just a pool of water.
I throw a skull and arm/hand bones into the water to dispose of them or hide them. Later, I think better of it and try to fish them out. After all, I know they're my bones, from my own body.
I get the skull, my skull, out alright, but can't seem to find the arm. The water is all dirty so of course I can't see it. I'm kneeling outside my room, in the hallway, fishing around near that part of the room. The water is onlly a couple of feet deep and there's sand at the bottom. I come up with some junk, some aquatic weeds, an old bottle rocket, etc.
I decide to drain all the water so I can find what I'm looking for. As the water drains away, it reveals a human skeleton, weighted down and sitting on some other junk almost as though it were a throne. Apparently this has been here the whole time I've been living in this room, a number of years.
My analysis: My apartment is haunted!
And now I have to go back to sleep.
Oh yeah, in case you didn't know, I can't swim and have always kinda thought I'd die by drowning.
G'night!
My bedroom consists of a bed in the corner near the door, with water around it. That is to say no floor, just a pool of water.
I throw a skull and arm/hand bones into the water to dispose of them or hide them. Later, I think better of it and try to fish them out. After all, I know they're my bones, from my own body.
I get the skull, my skull, out alright, but can't seem to find the arm. The water is all dirty so of course I can't see it. I'm kneeling outside my room, in the hallway, fishing around near that part of the room. The water is onlly a couple of feet deep and there's sand at the bottom. I come up with some junk, some aquatic weeds, an old bottle rocket, etc.
I decide to drain all the water so I can find what I'm looking for. As the water drains away, it reveals a human skeleton, weighted down and sitting on some other junk almost as though it were a throne. Apparently this has been here the whole time I've been living in this room, a number of years.
My analysis: My apartment is haunted!
And now I have to go back to sleep.
Oh yeah, in case you didn't know, I can't swim and have always kinda thought I'd die by drowning.
G'night!
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and do you mean to tell me that 'ooo aaa' is not the sound that the little metal wheel makes when the hamster runs in it?
[Edited on Jul 25, 2003]
Ok, so she's not really, but it's always fun to respond that way.....