food cooked in it. Monday, Jan. 19, 2009 8:21 PM

Spending some time contemplating. Who I want... What I've got, what I had or what I don't know yet?

Another dream: I was dating Alex, but we were in the process of breaking up. We were angry at each other, resentful, but still together, occasionally trying to work things out, but unsuccessfully. We were both in university, and living in the dorms. One night, very frustrated with my situation and feeling rather pent up, I paid a visit to my dear friend Michael. We ended up fucking. All was grand. Until two weeks later, when I started throwing up all the time and feeling icky... Yep, I was carrying Michael's albino baby. I tried to work up the courage to tell Alex, but somehow he found out before I got to tell him. I spent the following two weeks in the hospital, recovering from a shattered shoulder, punctured lung and broken nose. I'm not sure exactly what happened to cause these injuries, but whatever it was made me lose the baby. And losing the baby caused Michael to try to get revenge upon me, but luckily I was under police watch in the hospital, and both he and Alex were arrested.

... Not a happy sleep.

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