08-08-2014, 09:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2014, 09:31 AM by AnthroHeart.)
Last night there was a painting of a yellow anthro dog. And I could talk to the painting. I was really involved with it. I think I was purchasing it from a group who was in the process of producing it. The anthro was a little distorted. But it warmed my heart. I think I was semi-conscious toward the end of it and was mumbling questions to it as I woke up. It was like carrying on a conversation as he would talk back to me.
After that there was this orange computer that I was trying to get permission to access. They told me that it had a wider band than standard computers. I remember being in the building after the lights were turned off.
Then there was a security guy who I was trying to freeze in time. There may have been something about cars in that building.
Then I dreamed about asian food, and a video cassette about porno.
After that there was this orange computer that I was trying to get permission to access. They told me that it had a wider band than standard computers. I remember being in the building after the lights were turned off.
Then there was a security guy who I was trying to freeze in time. There may have been something about cars in that building.
Then I dreamed about asian food, and a video cassette about porno.