You know what really grosses me out? No not blood. Not spiders or creepy crawly things. Nope not throw up or seeing chewed up food. It's pasta when it sticks together after you finish cooking it. I can't remember when it first grossed me out. All I know is that it does. Once I finish cooking pasta, I rinse it out in cold water and then I check every single last noodle to make sure that it didn't stick to another. Weird huh? I just gagged thinking about the noodles that I found sticking together today. I don't even like touching them. Seriously I don't know what's wrong with me. I have no clue why I act this way. All I know is after cooking my pasta I'm usually hunched over in my sink inspecting all of my noodles before I return them to the pot. It's much easier if I'm just cooking enough pasta for dinner but if I'm cooking for the week, that's when it gets tricky. My biggest fear is taking a bite out of my food and finding 6+ noodles stuck together and biting through the hard part. OH my goodness this is grossing me out! lol I have to change the topic...
Soooo...
Another weird dream to report people. This one takes the cake...well for this year. Remember the one with the vampire, blueblocker sunglasses, and the dogs is the worst dream I ever had. But back to this one. Hmmm...I just began a sentence with "but." Eh, whose grading me? Anyways, I had this dream that I had a party at my apartment, which of course wasn't my real apartment because Kelly wasn't there and instead of being a town house it was this HUGE one bedroom apartment. During the party I was raped by two guys. They got away and I came out to a party that was ending. I went up to my girl Ana D-C. and told her that I had just been raped. Instead of consoling me, she looked down and said, "Well since you're hurt, that means you can't stop me." In my dream all of my undergarments were thrown around the room. SO I watched as Ana bent over and stole my two favorite pairs of underwear! I just sat there and stared at her in disbelief. The worst part is I tried to tell my friends what she did and they didn't believe me. So not only was I raped, my girl stole my favorite underwear. How messed up is that?
I didn't dream this dream last night. I had this dream the night before. So Ana you stole my drawers!!!! LOL...
All right I just spaced out, I'm going to end this now.
Until next time you piles of sexiness!
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
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Rape is one of the most awful things you can do to a person. Whenever my dreams involve stuff like that, I get so angry that I become conscious and force the dream to change, which then wakes me up and pisses me off.
So then I'm wide awake in the middle of the night because a dream got stupid.
On a side note, I've read that everyone in the dream is just a representation of one's self. I only think this could be partially true; I once had a dream of turning a jerk from public school into a human pretzel and standing triumphantly on top of him. I don't think that sort of satisfaction stems from being up on oneself.
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