Of course I Cannot Rememember The Details

And I would not want to bore you with the details of a dream. Everyone’s dreams are intensely personal, and intensely boring to other people. That said, i WILL say this:

There had been a bad thing we had had to defeat. More in the “we are just slaves in the big machine” than “we Ahre de HEROES” way. Amazingly, pulling together in the face of terrible odds, we did just that. But to pull togather, we had to stay where we were, as a society, rather than move because 1) there were thousands of others in the society who had no means to pack up and leave their homes and move hundreds of miles and restart a civilization and city 2) things would work where we were, it was a city we were living in after all.

But it was understood that many people would not be able to just seamlessly go back to living their lives like nothing had happened. People would be dealing with social and personal issues and if necessary, we would have to supply people with psychiatric services to work their ways through this.  And at the end of the dream, before I woke up, I began to have issues, and had a full blown panic/tears attack. And while I knew there were services for me, dammit, I could work my way through this.

Of course, I wasn’t. I was breaking down, badly.

And THEN I woke up.

Oh my gods above and below and sideways if necessary, i LOVE dreams like this. I wish there was a way to replay it again.

Anne

I Will Tear You A Second Cunt

Stolen, of course, from www.eegra.com

Unfortunate Racial Stereotype Squad, Assemble!

With her black wavy hair coiled back and her black horn rim glasses, her blue and red costume clinging tightly to her very delicious form, Niggatits pulled her thigh high go-go boots up her soft, dark, near black skin. She didn’t like the name or the costume, but the Unfortunate Racial Stereotype Squad had given her an identity-

 

That’s probably about as far as this one should go, isn’t it?