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[freyakitten]

I still have the theme song from last night's dream going through my head.

What does it mean when your dreams give you earworms?

Anyway, me and a group of people walked into a large room, reminiscent of the SABAs' main room. I was trying (I think) to encourage them into something, and so I began to sing and dance... Eventually some joined in. Especially on the line "I gave my life awaaaaaay" yeah. Yeah yeah. Oh no no no yea yeah. Love me, I said, yea yeah. It sounded quite good, as I remember. Each individual voice played a part audibly different from the others. And it was definitely the people there singing, not lip-synching to Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

And then we went outside into an arcade and had coffee and pastries at the coffee cart.

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[freyaw.livejournal.com]

*pout* Technically I'm too happy to be a goth... I'm just a scion of Chateau Sanguinaire (Dad took a university joke too far - not that he didn't a) hurt himself enough in rugby to deserve the name, b) make a nuisance of himself enough to deserve the name (apparently a lecturer exploded with temper and the nickname BLOODY WILSON was born the one time he wasn't involved in the practical joke), and c) deserve it on general principles).

[penguin2.livejournal.com]

Bwahahaha! Your father's KEVIN BLOODY WILSON! Bwahahahahaha!

~runs away yet again~

[freyaw.livejournal.com]

Nah, he's a John. Buggrit, I can't think of a pun to add. I'm sure there's a good one there somewhere, but I need to go pack.