i dreamt that my mother died and i was told in the middle of maths class by a little grade 8 girl. i don't even do maths and my history teacher, of all mathematically retarded people, was teaching the lesson
so i was bawling my eyes out because and nobody cared but my history teacher. then this guy came up to me, looked at me as if i was a freak and said, "i hate skinny people".
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Oh... you actually remember your dreams. I used to much much younger, but not anymore.
Do you think dreams are premonitions? We've a columnist in our local tabloids here that decipher dreams for us, BUT I'm not sure how accurate she is.
I love skinny people...
i too love skinny people.
high five for skinny people!
pay no attention to this dream, it appears to reflect (possibly) a latent distrust of 8th graders and mathematically illiterate teachers...
have a good holiday, rest up, have a little fun.
i dreamt something bad happened to my dad years ago and i woke up bawling too. eh, weird stuff.
by the way, i LOVE your template. very nice !
Helo, mika!
Very good
Tank you
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