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Ex AGAIN??
Baby eating dogs
Let's see how many situations I can get myself into, eh?
Your daughter is beautiful
Why am I always dreaming about having children lately???
Babies grow so fast...
Sneaky rendez-vous
Bleh
Sheesh, Elizabeth, this is GOOOD stuff, isn't it?
Scorpions haunt me
Vacation with felines
What dreams may come
The witch, the shop, and the superhero.
Morphine
Old Boyfriend
Voices misinterpreted
I am an oriental escapee!
My boyfriend appears, a cousin comes to visit, and I'm in the running for the Nobel Peace Prize?
Yet another sex dream
Sixth grade reunion!
Psychotic, nightmaric incestuous shit.
One little, two little, three little INDIANS!!
Kitten Paws
Jungle babies and bunny births
Random Dreams
Sleep Talking
Shoe Shopping
okay so well i have no idea what this one means
walking around, missing him
Guidence in Life from a young German
An Unexpected Visitor At Cinema 10
War, Books, Necklaces and Computer Trouble
Halloween
a little intro...
Lightning
bonjour monsieur science teacher
Dirty Aaron Dream
The wagging continues, with a touch of Geography/History.
Taking Over For the Gods
Please Make These High School Dreams Stop!
Tim's bride of death?
THE MAN AT THE LIFT
Giving In
Stars
A Green Stone
Relationships - bah
Greyhound Nightmares
Screaming in Silence
Ceiling
Gnomes On Pot
Sheesh, Elizabeth, this is GOOOD stuff, isn't it?
Author:
glistenen
I was in Europe, and I was best friends with Elizabeth Hurley, so I was hanging out at her house.
Her house wasn't very big or nice at all, considering her social status, I supposed it was her undercover house.
We were just hanging out in her tiny living room talking, and she offered me a drink from her bottle of bourbon.
She had it leftover from the Christmas celebration.
It was a really old bottle, from 1780 something, so it was REALLY good. A three-hundred-year-old bottle of drinky-drinky.
At least, in the dream, I liked it.
And I got drunk in my dream on this expensive bourbon.
Drunken dreams are the best.
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