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15 December 2003

Meeting Mr. Hillbilly, My Ex 

I only remember one part of this dream. My ex was getting married to the girl of his dreams. I haven't seen my ex in about eight years, and all I know is that he used to have blonde, curly hair. In my dream he hadn't cut his hair since I last met him, so it now reached to his knees. The second he saw me, he smiled and cut his hair. His new wife was a really down-to-earth woman, living on a farm in the middle of nowhere.

Not very exciting, apart from their mysterious door that instantly led into space, and space looked like a huge corn field. Bet you didn't know that!

Mood:
Music: Erasure - Run to the Sun (Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun Mix)

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Posted by: Ingaroo / 17:52 

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12 December 2003

Horse Needed! 

According to my latest dream, it is perfectly natural to tie your tongue with a few strands of a horse's hair. I had a huge discussion with a couple of friends over this; one of them agreed with me totally, and the other one thought it preposterous.

Waking up, I must admit I agree with the latter.

Mood:
Music: The whole soundtrack of Avenue Q, a brilliant musical.

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Posted by: Ingaroo / 22:50 

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08 December 2003

How to Ignore Viggo Mortensen 

Dream: A friend of mine and I were at this huge venue, a hall that seats at least 6,000 people in real life, but in this dream about 50,000 people were there. We were all part of an enormous lottery - the prize: An evening with Viggo Mortensen and the screening of the last film in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Viggo himself was walking up and down the aisles, making us draw lottery tickets out of a small hat. My friend and I completely ignored him because...uhmm...not quite sure about that one. But of course we won, and at that point my friend told me she couldn't go after all because she had to stay at home and do the washing. I was furious because it had to be the two of us; I couldn't go with anyone else. She made it up to me by giving me this gigantic collection of Geoffrey Rush newspaper clippings that she'd won on eBay - it did also contain an address book with all the phone numbers and addresses of Geoffrey's friends, colleagues and family members. So I was happy after all. Viggo, however, felt very much ignored by us and sulked for days afterwards.

Mood:
Music: The Darkness - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

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Posted by: Ingaroo / 09:45 

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