“I think it is because my sanity is slipping away.”
Terry Pratchett is awesome.
About the last post: Yeah. Sorry. I overreact sometimes. It’s…yeah.
And I had a really weird dream last night. It’s the second dream I’ve had recently involving some weird kid who is nicknamed Kokopelli. First, look at this picture.
Now, listen carefully. This Kokopelli person did not have a flute or instrument of any kind, and obviously he was wearing clothes. BUT:
1. His skin was black. Actually black.
2. He didn’t have a face, but he could talk. Kinda creepy now that I think about it.
3. He had these weird frozen spikes on his head. They looked like hair, but frozen. In spikes.
And he needed to tell me something secret and really important, but he couldn’t because every time he tried to talk to me, all my other friends showed up. There was also something where we would draw pictures in the air with our fingers and they became real. I drew Lysander–
Cool!
–but then I erased him because he was so annoying.
Hey!
Yeah, there’s something seriously wrong here.
