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March 21, 2008
are you my dream therapist?
There's nothing quite as dull as someone else's dream - and to prove it, here's mine.
I was outside a house, aware there was a body inside; a dead body.
I didn't want to look in through the window - for fear of seeing the body.
I was then inside the house with others. There was general talk and action around the body, but I was keeping my distance; standing away from the door, not wishing to look into the room where it lay.
Someone said I should take a look, and I resisted; but in the end was persuaded. I pushed my way through the crowd, moved towards the doorway, looked tentatively around the door, towards the -
The body was lying in a distorted fashion on the bed, and I wished to see no more, but before I could turn away, I fancied I saw it moving slightly.
Yes, and then it was stretching out, recovering, getting up.
Suddenly, the body was alive, smiling and coming forward to shake my hand.
Well?
Posted by Mr Bojangles at March 21, 2008 10:23 AM