Bubble Dimension.

it has been awfully awhile now that R had disappeared to the other side of the country, studying somewhat at that kind of age but with full scholarship. suddenly R called me up one day and wanted to get back in touch. which is cool. he said he loves me. w00t.

D wanted to suicide though D is a very confident yet lovable rainchild who has got a way with god and words. cant remember the reason why he wanted to commit suicide but he was really trying to suicide. body soaked in kerosine and threatens to light himself up anytime. with his left hand he was holding a bic red lighter and wailing. somehow he did light himself up and he was trapped in a transparent container that we could see exactly what he was doing and perhaps not what he was saying. but wth, someone rescued him.

biatch is dead. due to some reason which i dont recall at all.

the same goes to bro. blardy hell. *TOUCHWOOD!* this has gone way too far beyond line.

D made love to the author of this weblog. fantastic. perhaps its time to give up wanking.

but then its only (a) dream(s).

thats quite a number of dreams for a night. god knows how many times i woke up and continue sleeping after that.

someone please sing me "farewell and goodnight", hopefully you know who you are. hopefully.