Lately, when I'm all quiet to study or think or I'm going to sleep, my mind surprises me with some memories of the colossal figures of shit-and colossal figures of shit do not mean the raw absurd that, for better or worse, after a couple of years above us laugh and you can also tell others, oh no! The figures of colossal shit be limited to those that once experienced, will fix themselves on fire in the hippocampus and MLT will pursue you for life (yes, even if they reach kindergarten! Your brain in about thirteen years of schooling has never been able to learn the dates of the Unification of Italy? worry will always remember that a figure of huge-shit with a lot of details, of course! - which took place in any age of your life, damn.), making you feel, precisely, a shit every time someone from your subconscious rispunterà sly .- I shall be the insane desire to rip the entire contents of the skull and smashed violently against the wall, so as to be no longer be subjected to torture in commemoration of the (full) of any of my colossal figures of shit and my subsequent affliction. But why, why, I ask myself, my brain is so sadistic towards his owner? Why? However, doubts hamletic belonging, lately my dear hippocampus MLT is sending me to repeat, that every time I touch / see / think / read the book of science, the colossal figure of shit that happened to me in second grade to the test the Christmas play. What has the unfortunate book? The answer is simple: because we are making the planets and between them there is Pluto, a character (well, more than joke character, as he said one sentence) that was to play that year my brother. I want to make note that Pluto is the key word with which my sadistic Independent Brain ultimately like to play for me wallow in shame. This is to reflect on how dark and twisted links pierced memory, which can also be found in a noun with a fact reflected a long time ago, and since they, unfortunately, make my vain hope of being able to forget this and all other figures of colossal shit, alas!
Turning to the real reason for the upgrade: I wanted to see again some of the characters Glee and RDJ. In
doubly absurd dream of December 16, which still did not understand what was the point of unifying the various characters that have appeared and their related scenes, there was-as well as Uncle Scrooge and the prof. N., poerammè ! - my dear Finn, and this seemed right and good, as in the previous dream he was absent. Then about a week later, I also dreamed of Artie. Boh! (Censorship deliberately the content of both dreams because, from what I remember, are part of the standard red light that my two neurons worship aaa nt t!)
RDJ I have dreamed a few days ago, however, and was again a professor (of music, at least this detail I did not have invented, as indeed can play in real life) and accompanied us on a trip again. As usual only to me of all my classmates, it seemed strange that he was there in our midst ( Wow! There's Robert Downey Jr.! Again! : the shock of me in the dream), only to appear the most natural thing in the world who lent me seven euro (currency in all!) to buy train tickets, since I had forgotten my wallet at home and there was no time to go back and get it. After the trip we arrived in Siena that because there have never been alive, was a mixture between Arezzo and other city-model used in a previous dream set for Rome, RDJ and here we wanted to teach a dance to do the day of the Palio: everything is in normal absurdity of dreams, In short, except that while we were doing the tests, he just go away suddenly and quickly. I had the urge to chase it (* hectic tumult of thoughts in words * not be carried : Me shaking of the dream), but I had to keep on dancing, among other things I could not figure out the sequence of steps and watched bias of others, but these are details. Cioèèè, I had to think about RDJ, but that mess? Oh - because I was in the front row, as soon as I had a chance, I ran at breakneck speed and I found him and tried to speak, but the awe was too strong and I did not have time to say much that he came in a classroom and began to play the piano. Since I was there, I began to listen with others.
Well, the dream did not have a precise order, or rather, while RDJ playing, I become distracted by something and I ended up in the basement of a hospital where the nurses were going to smoke at this point everything has become complicated. And RDJ was not more, malediction!
Yes, I made two posts below on dreams. And with the same subjects, then! Well, it is hoped that the next time I start the embolus want to tell you about dream experiences and, therefore, changing the subject.
Among other holidays are finished and tomorrow (DO-MA-NI!) I'm going back wandering in my beautiful chicken coop. I mean, I mean, my class * cough cough *.
Kurt (Chris Colfer) and Blaine (Darren Criss) happy as they race through the corridors of Dalton
Academy. Surely I will not have their own enthusiasm
tomorrow when I find myself between the walls of my wretched straits High School, the image is
HOWEVER car iii na and the whole scene even more. Spastic
* Souris *
Academy. Surely I will not have their own enthusiasm
tomorrow when I find myself between the walls of my wretched straits High School, the image is
HOWEVER car iii na and the whole scene even more. Spastic
* Souris *
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