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A weird moment in the early morning.
[2006-04-21] @ [7:34 a.m.]
"Sweet dreams are made of this/ Who am I to disagree? / I travel the world / And the seven seas-- / Everybody's looking for something. / Some of them want to use you / Some of them want to get used by you." Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics.
I have that song in my head. And I have it somewhere on a mix CD.
Yet after waking up to a dream that I thought was very real. Or was real. I just hope I didn't sleep through a fire alarm or something. Seriously, I was out in the hallway or just listening. It was so weird.
It was just strange.
Very strange. I think that I'll avoid sleeping too much if I can tonight.
So I am going to Einstein's for Friday morning's coffee in a few and study.
Till then or later tonight.
So, quick thanks for the image from confusedvision, under the Creative Commons License 2.0. The inspiration came from Lacuna Coil, an awesome gothic metal band from Italy.
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