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thebrotherswinchester:

do you have like these imaginary scenes in your head of you in situations that would never actually happen and whenever you’re bored or spacing out or just walking around you kind of just go back to them and imagine them over and over

Yes, too much. To the point where you become confused with what is reality and where you prefer these ‘Imaginary scenes’ to actual life. 

"The worst men often give the best advice."

Francis Bacon

The other night I woke up and realised I left the TV on and there was this wildlife programme playing with a really old man stroking a tree saying “this is what a pregnant tree looks like”  Then I fell back to sleep and dreamt I was in a forest of pregnant trees and I kept knocking into them and they would snap and loads of human fetuses would fall out in green alien goo. 

 

HAHAHA my brother’s middle name is ‘Louis’ and my mum’s got his passport in the post and realised she’s put ‘Alan’ by accident

I swear my coke just made the noise of a guinea pig

Last night I watched black swan and instead of having a creepy dream, I dreamt I was trapped inside a video game and had to get to god by jumping from ledges (mario style) and when I finally got there god was this little 8 bit naked character wearing only a towel. 

I had a really surreal dream last night: I was in an aquarium and there were loads of mermen that were made to have sex with objects so their top half was human and bottom half massive telescope or harmonica. Then there was this enormous Jellyfish which had millions of tentacles and on the end of each one was a head of Gotye and it just kept singing BUT YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF so I got a giant chainsaw and attacked it.

I just saw that the rumours about all eleven doctors being in the 50th anniversary episode are not true :(

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"No mortal can keep a secret. If the lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore."

Sigmund Freud