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I had such a weird dream last night...before I went to bed I read some short stories by Edgar Allan Poe...quite macabre you know...
Then I dreamd about being cut into piecses...bloody piles of me...Strange thing was that it wasn't a nioghtmare at all >.< I was totally comfort and stuf...And then mum came and woke me up and when I still was in the shadowed zone between sleep and awake mummy said that it smelled like food in my room. I automatically thought "maybe it's my blood you smell, or maybe an arm is still lying around here somwhere"...eh... luckily I didn't say this to ma...

yay, The Legacy of Gird has arrived...just need to walk to the postoffice to pick it up...must do that today I feel ^^/