Three dreams.

[hmpf]

Saturday to Sunday:
I was in a virtual reality game that lasted months, with a strange group of people. One girl had rose thorns growing out of her skin. Another looked like Chiana, and had us call her Chiana, as well.

Sunday to Monday:
I was a member (possibly the mother) of a large family who lived in some very flimsy house. We were caught in some kind of time loop which inevitably ended in a nuclear explosion in which we were all killed. Again, and again, and again. Scary dream.

Monday to Tuesday:
I was living in Spain (a wholly imaginary Spain, though - looked more like northern Italy, really), somewhere near dunkle_feuer. Nice.

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[(Anonymous)]

I don't blame the tape recorder. The first time I listened to Metallica ("And Justice for All" was my first Metallica album) I felt sick. Honestly. But you get used everything. I don't listen to Metallica a lot anymore, though, except for "And Nothing Else Matters", which remains the song that I love singing the most. I sing this song at the top of my voice ten times in a row and my depression is gone. My voice, too ;-)

MSB