Last nights dream was so disturbing I can't write it up. It was just Sick beyond belief... The character in it, the main "antagonist" has no name, but a remarkably familiar face, I can't place it though. He'd been watching me, and kept all videos and pictures stored on an iphone, and Iphone filled with my life. So I stole the SD card (Not that they have SD cards I think I actually called it a 3F card..) And well he was a bit sick in getting it back. It felt so familiar, it came from a part of my life I want to leave behind but can't. It reflected on my means of getting out of tricky situations. Imagine you're in a room with a locked iron door and no key. Most would try to pick the lock or call for help. Me? I mine out using the pick axe I was hiding up my sleeve. I back myself up where ever I tread and always have safety lines attached. In my dream, that was his safety line, so I stole it and made it my own. Moral of the story? I'm not as clever as I think. But neither was he, as I gave him back a blank 3F card cause I copied it all to my pc. :3I kinda hate how bad theese dreams are getting, and worse- that they're dreams, not nightmares..
EDIT: Identified the mystery guy. Name's Lucifer, I made him up for a few stories. Exactly how I'd thought of him, is how he appeared in the dream. Nice to put a name to a face.
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