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Tumultuous Creepy (imsocreepy) wrote,
@ 2003-04-12 13:46:00
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    Current mood:depressed
    Current music:lorelei - cocteau twins

    I had a dream of blackened flowers
    while I slept through all morn hours
    I was lying atop of Anne Wittshare
    we might have been having sex, I'm not sure


    I dreamt about her. I never dream about her.

    There was blood. A large, lake-like ocean of blood surrounding us and engulfing her body as it rose like high tide against her china white skin.

    Leviathan screamed after she was engulfed, and I woke. That's all I remember.

    I don't wont to dream of her again. I would rather death take me, or that I meet up with a vampire sometime soon. I would have asked Professor Ravenclaw specific details about the Blood Wizards, but he did not come back. Pehraps he is dead.

    How lucky.

    *sighs*



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