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Dreams Number 80 & 81: “the count sat on the pot and took me over his knee threatening that now he WOULD bite my butt”
March 23, 2009, 4:43 pm
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John writes:

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The powder fly

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House

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Dream Number 4: “he didn’t even know her.”
February 15, 2009, 6:10 pm
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I dreamed my long term boyfriend left me for a woman he’d just met. A pregnant woman he’d just met. Because he felt sorry for her. He was going to go to law school in some big city and fulfill all his dreams, but instead, he was just going to move to a town in the middle of nowhere and take care of this other woman. His friends and his family told him not to, that he was crazy, but he told them that she was worth it and completely severed all contact with anyone who had ever been important to him before. And the worst part was that I couldn’t stop following him. I followed him to this po-dunk town, which looked like something out of Dr Suess with huge spiralling towers and bulging staircases and just followed them. I finally met her, and she wasn’t that attractive, or smart, or funny, but I just couldn’t bring myself to hate her. There was something about her that made me completely incapable of anger. So I just kept following them through this Dr. Suess city until I lost them.

When I woke up, I was so angry at my boyfriend, I couldn’t speak to him all day.