by thiswomanswork » Thu May 01, 2008 8:43 am
The strangest dream I can remember was from oh, five or ten years ago. I dreamed that I was Speed Racer, and I was needed to do an epic race. The race was being held in hell, and so this very lovely succubus was guiding me down through hell to the race site. Hell was pretty much a giant urban wasteland. The dream pretty much consisted of walking through endless abandoned semi-urban vistas, following a railroad track. For months. The dream lasted months, and when I woke up I was dazed for hours about why only one night had passed.
If you could push a button and cause one person in the world to die (untraceable to you), would you use it, and if so on who?
I'll be everything that I want to be,
I am confidence in insecurity.
I am a voice yet waiting to be heard,
I'll shoot the shot, bang, that you hear 'round the world.