Repress Yourself

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07 December 2005

Story by Sophocles; Screenplay by Freud

Last week I had a dream that I was married to my Mom. Then last night I dreamt my Dad died.

My dream-writers are such fucking hacks.

posted by Matthew @ 10:23 AM

1 Comments:

At 6:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i know what you mean. couldn't they come up with anything a little more inscrutible? I dreamed I was washed out to sea by a giant wave and no one noticed. I also dreamed (dreamt?) that my mom got raped.
jeez, brain, show me the money.

 

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