haunted by samuel clemens

in all my dreams last night, i was doing normal things---cooking dinner, copying things at work, watching tv, etc---when suddenly mark twain would just run past.

dahmer+auschwitz=can you think of anything more horrifying?

after a riveting discussion about serial killers the other night (which i knew undoubtedly would give me nightmares), i had a horrific dream that i was in a concentration camp run by jeffrey dahmer. i was going to put a picture of him with this post, but i couldn't bear the thought of having his image on my blog.

weird

i have not been sleeping very much or well lately. when i have slept, my dreams have been bizarre little snippets that i'm stuck in until i wake up, instead of dynamic stories like usual. here are a few that i remember most vividly:


i suddenly find myself in a vat of shark fetuses. luckily, there is a tree growing out of the middle of the tank, so i manage to climb up out of the muck. the odd thing is that i don't recall ever seeing a shark fetus before, but when i looked up this picture, it was exactly like the ones in my dream.
eight friends and i decide to buy up burial plots arranged in a square. then as each of us die, we see if we can get tic-tac-toe, three in a row.
i'm at a consignment shop and find some things that i desperately love and want to purchase. however, when i go to the register, i am informed that i have to trade them for my eggs, because the shop owner wants to freeze them in case of the 2012 apocalypse.

danny boy and christina's world

i was christina and i was stuck in this painting.

danny boy was playing over and over and over and over and over and over i couldn't go anywhere, because i was crippled. i thought i was going to go mad, but

then i woke up.