Well recently, I dreamt that my man and I were drunk in an office. He was spinning around on an office chair with a KFC bucket stuck on his head, whilst playing a trumpet, and I was hanging from one of the fans on the ceiling. The fan was ripped out because of my weight and everything came crashing down, including a nice chunk of plaster.
My strangest dream would be when I dreamt that I was standing out in my street, filming a flying dolphin and thinking "Shit, this is going on Youtube!". Suddenly, out of nowhere, a British Airways-branded Space Shuttle crashed at the end of my street, and I shat a brick. I examined the wreckage, took a few bits and pieces from it as a keepsake, and went back indoors. (Or as indoors as I could get, because I found that the front of my house had been shaved off.) Paramedics, police etc. were all on the scene, and the other residents on the street crowded around the shuttle.
Once inside, I sat down to have a cup of coffee whilst looking over the debris I had pinched. Then a police man knocks at what's left of my front door. Apparently, all of the teacups in my house had to be taken because of a contamination. I refused to relinquish my teacups to this burly bloke, and proceeded to throw them all into a massive box and hide them in the attic. This angered him.
Then I woke up.
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So many things are only here to be hated No need for love when the world is sedated Beautiful to be the joker Cursed by an all-too human future The world burns with death as a lover It's systematic for the coming new order
I'm the politically incorrect one.
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