It’s exceedingly rare that I remember my dreams

June 19th, 2012

But last night, tadalafil sovaldi sale I remembered two of them.

The first had me in a dual to the death with a humanoid robot. Both of us used epees that telescoped like car antennas, discount but mine allowed me to spray liquid acid from the hilt.

In the second, I was David Cassidy in a late ’70s Partridge Family movie special. It was gritty, like an After School Special shot on skid row.

Man, am I glad I don’t remember my dreams very often.

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. John Foust  |  June 20th, 2012 at 12:12 pm

    Spraying swords? What is this, Boots & Sabers?

  • 2. tracy coyle  |  June 20th, 2012 at 6:46 pm

    For most of my life the vast majority of my dreams (and I tend to recall 4-5 a week) have been various ‘end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it’ scenarios. We have been bombed, plagued, flooded, enflamed, invaded, collapsed, and overrun and I can say that I fail to survive in most cases. What I don’t dream about is celebrities, parties, sports. And before calling them nightmares I will note that I have had those, different class.

    I find them, interesting….like watching a movie.

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