What the hell was in that pasta sauce?!
Jan. 31st, 2004 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nfotxnHoly crap, that was fucked up. After work I stood around shooting the shit with the my co-drones and talked about dreams. Then I get home, gorge on some pasta and promptly fall asleep. Of course because my intention was not to have some right fucked up dreams, low-and-behold, I do.
It mostly revolved around crashing jet planes, missed friends, photography, hot daddies and the south of France. Not a bad combination but Jesus Fucksnacks Christ that shit was vivid. I even woke up with a jolt and a kick at the dark towards what I saw temporarily as a figure in my room above my bed.
My visual cortex is tingling.
It mostly revolved around crashing jet planes, missed friends, photography, hot daddies and the south of France. Not a bad combination but Jesus Fucksnacks Christ that shit was vivid. I even woke up with a jolt and a kick at the dark towards what I saw temporarily as a figure in my room above my bed.
My visual cortex is tingling.
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Date: 2004-01-30 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-30 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-30 06:02 pm (UTC)If you find out more about The Naughty Sauce, let us know. I'm getting tired of "crunch time" nightmares.
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Date: 2004-01-30 08:04 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-01-30 08:05 pm (UTC)Makes sense as I took photos in Inverenss today.