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Miss Hiss - 2009-01-13 02:39:43
About five years ago, when I was in the throes of a work-related nervous breakdown, I had horrible sleep patterns and nightmares every single night where I was always trapped in small spaces, or falling down into pits and cellars and not able to climb out, or going down steps that never ended. Then one night I had the most amazing dream where I was in a huge dark underground shopping mall in San Franciso. I was with my high school friend Wendy and I was wearing layers of flouncy lacy skirts, a floaty floral blouse, cowboy boots, stacks of jet jewellery, a floppy felt hat and carrying a fringed handbag. And Jim Morrison -- that ol' Lizard King himself -- was following me around in his tight leather pants and touching my back and grabbing me by the arm and begging me to go out with him because he thought I was so beautiful. I was completely uninterested in him and ended up climbing up a wonderful long curving carved-dark-wood ornate Victorian staircase to get away from him, because he was being such a pest (and also because I knew he was dead). And when I reached the top, I burst out into the sunlight and had panoramic, glorious, colourful, breathtaking views all over San Francisco and the mountains and the ocean. And the most magical part was that all the gardens were covered with flowers, and I felt immeasurably happy. It was astral travel at its very best, and I woke up crying and laughing all at once, and I've barely had a bad dream since! Love, R xxx
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Bluey - 2009-01-13 14:49:01
I envy Biba's life, actually - sounds like a lot of fun! Well except the stitches!
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Poolie - 2009-01-13 14:58:33
Another rite of passage - the removal of stitches. Oooh! Yeah!
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