One time when I was little (between 4 and 7, as my sister could speak) I had a dream where I cut up and ate my own head, like cake. I thought it was neat to watch me forget things when doing so. Then my sister came and wanted to play too and she ruined the novelty of the game. I was so upset by her but I tolerated her anyways. When I woke up I spent all day trying to figure out what the hell does a dream like that mean? I kind of wish I hadn't, as doing so etched that weirdness into my memory, permanently.
 Spriteless Girl · Thu Jan 28, 2010 @ 04:57am · 0 Comments |
