No it won’t. It’s lost all its meaning.
Brody Dalle | The Conversation With Amanda de Cadenet | L Studio Presents (by lstudiopresents)
Bodnant, North Wales
And my other dream, I lived in this weird block of flats, a bit like uni halls but just for girls. My old housemate that I don’t talk to anymore was there and she was telling me about this crazy blonde lady who thought She stole her cat. I then went to a nightclub and as I was walking home I found her cat and returned it to her house. I went back to my flat and I shared a room with my housemate. I heard a weird dripping noise so I got up to turn the taps off but slipped over on a pool of blood. I turned the light on and I saw that my old house mate had had her hands and feet cut off by the crazy blonde lady and half her face was missing. I screamed and called the police and saw the cat eating all her body parts… Then I woke up. So yeah… Really lovely dreams there! Soooo messed up!!!!
My dreams last night were actually mental…! The first one was that Don Broco were moving into a house a few doors down the road and I invited them over one night and my mum went mental and kicked them out, then my old deputy head tried to break in to our house. Don Broco saw this and killed him, then my mum made them all
A really nice roast…
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