A recurring dream / nightmare about impulse control  

hotchipotle7 51M
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12/19/2005 8:44 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

A recurring dream / nightmare about impulse control

Please don't offended by the weirdness of this one:

In my dream I am a very tiny rational person perched high up in the brain of a Tyrannosaur.

Smoke fills the air as the mother of a reptile starts to go haywire. The B-52's 'Planet Clare' blares in the cockpit as I struggle to regain control.

My tiny arms and tiny legs pull uselessly on the controls as Rex rampages through Small ville making one hell of a mess.

What the F*** does it mean? Aren't dreams just mental excrement ejected overnight? Why, why, why do I think about shit like this?


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