Okay...this dream I don't understand.

[katster]

I was a serial killer, and I was going to die. Go figure. Still had the same friends I have now, and I don't recall why I was on death row or why I was a serial killer in the first place, but my friends seemed completely baffled that I would do such a thing. I just didn't want to die.

So...why did my brain decide on *this* one?

Comments

[lurkerdrome.livejournal.com]

They found the bodies, katster.

They know it was you.

They're coming to get you, katster.

They're coming for yoooooooouuuu......

[katster.livejournal.com]

yeah, yeah, yeah.

it would have been funny if it wasn't so weird... :P

-kat

my totally unprofessional analysis...

[tanesmuti.livejournal.com]

is that if you keep bottling stuff up, not speaking your mind, not standing up for yourself, you're eventually gonna snap. and then we'll all have to deal with phone calls from the police at some ungodsly hour, like maybe 7:30 a.m. (because bad shit always happens when you're trying to sleep. it's like a law or something and murphy dictates it'll always be something that involves dealing with the cops, or the bomb squad or the fbi or soemthing too...) anyway, and they'll want us to come to the nearest clock tower and try to talk you down because you're nekkid and sporting firearms that Damo would drool over... (they won't call Damo, because he'd be too distracted by the firearms and probably spend most of his time asking if he could have the gun when you're through with it.) and since you'll probably have already killed some people, the dream was just kinda skipping forward... that or you were late to the movie because you let the penguin drive again. now what have i told you about letting that penguin drive? ;)


- ari
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Re: my totally unprofessional analysis...

[fb.livejournal.com]

Naked? Now that's just embarassing, and virtual assurance that blurred-out footage of you will appear on Cops or some similar garish white trash popular entertainment. Personally, I've always planned on wearing a nice, tasteful clown suit; now if only this pathetic little hole of a town could grow a building with more than two stories. Really, it's just not the same if your rooftop killing spree can be duplicated with a good extension ladder. ;P