Into the shoot, flyboy
I had a dream last night that was...interesting.
There was this "Street Messiah" who looked like Harold Perrineau. He had this large clump of dirt with him that was his "inspiration." Also, he was this street living vagabond celebrity. So somehow in the course of dreaming, I wind up with his egg and immediately begin to dismantle it. What was inside this Cadbury egg of dirt?
A dead harlequin baby. Mummified, of course, but still gooey to the touch.
So what does one do with a dead baby? I wrap it in Nick's spare blankets (don't fucking question the dream) and threw it in a dumpster behind Ali's school. I look around to see if anyone see my do this atrocity and there is Street Messiah, pointing and laughing maniacally. He then shouts with a booming voice " I saw what ya did thar!" Apparently, he also had a pirate lisp along with a dead harlequin baby mummified in a clump of dirt.
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Even I am taken back by this dream.
There was this "Street Messiah" who looked like Harold Perrineau. He had this large clump of dirt with him that was his "inspiration." Also, he was this street living vagabond celebrity. So somehow in the course of dreaming, I wind up with his egg and immediately begin to dismantle it. What was inside this Cadbury egg of dirt?
A dead harlequin baby. Mummified, of course, but still gooey to the touch.
So what does one do with a dead baby? I wrap it in Nick's spare blankets (don't fucking question the dream) and threw it in a dumpster behind Ali's school. I look around to see if anyone see my do this atrocity and there is Street Messiah, pointing and laughing maniacally. He then shouts with a booming voice " I saw what ya did thar!" Apparently, he also had a pirate lisp along with a dead harlequin baby mummified in a clump of dirt.
...
Even I am taken back by this dream.
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