LeoliansBro wrote:Good morning to you too! Sounds like the kind of wacky shit that happens in my dreams too.
Oh god oh god. Just dreamed what it was to be a murderer, a serial killer who stole kids from hockey fields in their school and kept them (and then their bodies) in pine trees. How twisted and rotten and burst inside that made me feel. Just woke up and looked round my room and was so sure that if there'd been any truth to it the kids I'd killed would have been at the foot of my bed staring.
Edited by LeoliansBro at 03:35:12 08-01-2013
Last night my missus was sleeptalking in an Irish accent. She is not Irish. It was very funny.