The dream started with me sitting in a classroom with about 30 other people sitting around with us all arranged in a semi circle facing the board. The door opened up and Molly walked in to get ready to rejoin us and the class just roared in celebration at her return. After a prolonged period of applause and her promptly blushing and taking a seat without saying a word we all started to go back to our respective tasks. I spun around to face my computer I had and was cruising around online checking things out when Clark, the old one eyed guy from Inked put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down to read over my shoulder at the screen. He asked me plainly if I was busy looking up naked chicks or not. I just replied, 'nah I got my suicidegirls subscription so I've basically foresworn anything else'. He just nodded agreeing with me and about at that point I was thinking 'ok old guy go away and stop talking to me about naked girls'. That's where the dream stopped.
I was originally planning to write out my little dream analysis, but its freaking freezing up here, and no one else reads this anyways and the only person's benefit it would be for it Molly and since even if she did read it then my concern from the dream wont matter anymore so I say fuck it and I'm running to the fire.
I was originally planning to write out my little dream analysis, but its freaking freezing up here, and no one else reads this anyways and the only person's benefit it would be for it Molly and since even if she did read it then my concern from the dream wont matter anymore so I say fuck it and I'm running to the fire.