I dreamed a long procession of miniature black mice were steadily making their way into Ernie's (as in Bert and Ernie) nose. Once inside his nose, they took their turns around a table. The nose was hollow, like a little room. Then they all snorted miniature lines of cocaine off the table before leaving Ernie's nose again. Then I woke up.
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Date: 2003-05-03 08:49 am (UTC)From:I want a little bit of whatever it is that does those sorts of things to you, but I'm not sure my brain could survive the creativity. =D
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