Last night’s post-apocalyptic dream: Last Man on Earth.
No zombies, no nukes, just literally the last man on earth, as everyone else has vanished. A weeping willow, a waning sun, and a great red barn on the opposite bank of a slow moving river, like rippling black glass.
Last night I dreamed that Phil Collins had died.
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Yeesh!
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I know, right? Imagine my disappointment when I woke up… 😉
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Hey!!! That’s some pretty dark humor, Lass!!
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The bowler hat hides a great depth of darkness, believe me!
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‘I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.’ — Friedrich Nietzsche
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Oooh I LOVE that!
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LOL
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