The Mascots are Dead
February 22nd, 2010
It is such an interesting thing we call dreams. They may tell you the future, hence the deja vu, or they reflect you.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a long horrible on going for weeks horrible. All was not just a tumbleweed but like a vomit on your shirt that you simply want to remove it but you can’t since your bra had little ponies and little stars on it with a faded print. The only time that would prolly satisfy me with the shallow pocket that I had, was sleep.
So I went to bed and drifted to dream land. I was in a place that no adult would want to be found. I was in a room full of mascots. Colorful pastel and crazy colored mascots. Tall, tall, short haired mascots. We were jumping around and dancing. La la la la and suddenly the lights flickered and the floor steeply tilted and everything went dark. Of course I woke up, in a panic.
The mascots are dead.
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