In the 'Annals of things that have Never Happened', I had a dream where Iain Duncan Smith (Secretary of State for Work and Pensions) touched my hair. Twice.
In general levels of nastiness, that falls somewhat in advance of the hallucination I once had of Cthulhu sleeping in Ry'leh, including rinky-dink music and a smell of dirty water.
I mean: ack!
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" ("In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.") Presumably he's keeping a place ready for Iain Duncan Smith.
In general levels of nastiness, that falls somewhat in advance of the hallucination I once had of Cthulhu sleeping in Ry'leh, including rinky-dink music and a smell of dirty water.
I mean: ack!
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" ("In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.") Presumably he's keeping a place ready for Iain Duncan Smith.
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That truly is a horrible dream. *hugs*
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