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seethingheathenI had the weirdest fucking dream last night. Oh, it was just . . . fucking weird.
I was suddenly in London, and apparently, I was looking for Carisa. The streets had a slight San Franciscan quality to them, all hilly and steep, but I ran and ran looking for her. When I got to one corner, it was blocked by foodstands where the people were frying pizza. So I ran down the opposite side of the street, which suddenly put me in the country, or rather the mountains, and my path had become a ledge overlooking a river, and it was a long way down. Uni students were walking back and forth along this ledge like it were nothing of a feat not to fall, and one girl in particular was walking very close behind me.
Someone yelled that I was going too fast, and before I knew it, I was being led into a house by a strange woman. She had built sort of a museum in her home, displaying things about the supernatural stuff that happened at the ledge. She started hoovering the lino in her kitchen, and the hoover started to talk, even after she pulled the plug. Then, she escorted the girl and me out, saying we owed her 20p for the tour, and all I had was an American 20-dollar note. She said that was fine, why didn't we go to dinner, and the next thing I knew, another girl was saying 'bonjour' and laughing.
What. The. Fuck. I always seem to be looking for Carisa in London that really isn't London in my dreams. I'm always chasing her and I'm always running. Weird.
I was suddenly in London, and apparently, I was looking for Carisa. The streets had a slight San Franciscan quality to them, all hilly and steep, but I ran and ran looking for her. When I got to one corner, it was blocked by foodstands where the people were frying pizza. So I ran down the opposite side of the street, which suddenly put me in the country, or rather the mountains, and my path had become a ledge overlooking a river, and it was a long way down. Uni students were walking back and forth along this ledge like it were nothing of a feat not to fall, and one girl in particular was walking very close behind me.
Someone yelled that I was going too fast, and before I knew it, I was being led into a house by a strange woman. She had built sort of a museum in her home, displaying things about the supernatural stuff that happened at the ledge. She started hoovering the lino in her kitchen, and the hoover started to talk, even after she pulled the plug. Then, she escorted the girl and me out, saying we owed her 20p for the tour, and all I had was an American 20-dollar note. She said that was fine, why didn't we go to dinner, and the next thing I knew, another girl was saying 'bonjour' and laughing.
What. The. Fuck. I always seem to be looking for Carisa in London that really isn't London in my dreams. I'm always chasing her and I'm always running. Weird.
