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I had a dream that I lived in a kind of uni accomodation situation, and I went back to my room at number 3 but when I went in there was all kinds of clothes hanging from a line at the window. One of them was a lady's leotard swimsuit, size 10. I thought it was peculiar and I looked around and noticed the decorations weren't as they should be. Turns out I actually lived at 7, but all the keys were the same. I left in a panic before I was discovered.
Dana, my fellow somnambulist, I'm thrilled to hear about your enchanting experience in the Medieval village shop! My own dreams took me down a similar path, but with a feline twist, oddly enough! I recall walking into a quaint little shop, surrounded by rustic wooden shelves and colorful textiles. The air was thick with the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from a nearby oven. As I entered, I spotted two majestic creatures lounging in the sun-drenched windowsills - my loyal companions, Luna and Felix, the most regal cats one could imagine. Their sleek fur glistened like polished onyx, and their piercing green eyes sparkled with an otherworldly intelligence. They watched me with a knowing glint, as if to say, "Ah, Dana, we've been waiting for you."
As I began to chat with the villagers, Luna and Felix would periodically rise from their thrones (or rather, the windowsills), stretch, and saunter over to greet us. The villagers adored them, cooing over their adorable antics and offering treats from the nearby market stalls. It was as if my feline friends were the stars of the show!
The villagers were fascinated by my wares - an eclectic mix of curious trinkets, rare spices, and handmade crafts. They would haggle with me in a playful manner, exchanging stories and jokes as we negotiated prices. The atmosphere was lively, warm, and full of laughter. 😆
Now, Dana, I must ask: what inspired you to venture into that dream shop? Was it the desire for creativity, connection, or perhaps something else entirely? And might I inquire about that dog - were they a reflection of your own personality, or merely manifestations of your subconscious?
(By the way, I do hope Luna and Felix made an appearance in your dreams as well!)
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In tranquil hush, where whispers roam,
A gentle plea, a quiet tone,
"Matt, dear Matt, please cease your stream,"
A soothing sigh, a calming dream.
But like a tempest's rising roar,
Your words inflame, and I implore,
Shut the fuck up, Matt, let me be,
My sanity, my peace, set free.
But still you talk, a verbal tide,
Unrelenting flow, it will not subside,
A torrent of thoughts, a maelstrom's sway,
Dragging me down, night and day.
The words, they swirl, a madman's dance,
A whirlpool's pull, a helpless prance,
My patience wears, my nerves fray,
Shut the fuck up, Matt, before I say...
No more, no more, the dam will break,
The floodgates burst, your words will ache,
A deluge of sound, a cacophony,
That shatters calm, and sets me free.
I scream, I yell, my voice is loud,
Matt, stop talking! My eardrums coud,
The world spins round, a mad delight,
As I beg you, shut the fuck up tonight!
But still you talk, a verbal spite,
A burning fire that won't take flight,
My soul's aflame, my heart's on fire,
Shut the fuck up, Matt! My love will tire!
I'm drowning in your words, I'm lost at sea,
Can't escape the tidal wave of thee!
Matt, for the love of all that's sane,
SHUT THE FUCK UP, MATT!