Good dream Very bad dream?s?

 In a dream me and Jane lay to our bed, we put the blanket on us, its white, theres a divide made of the middle part of the blanket between us. I know this is intimate but i know also that we are friends. and this is a friend thing, unless it turnes into something romantic. We talk, looking each other in the eyes, calmly, openly. There is no hint of this being wrong, jsut risky maybe?,no hint that this reminds me of mom or anything. This is a good thing.
 I think we put our palms together. I think her leg and my legs connect as I bend my knees. Pleasant coolness. White sheets. I think we are falling in love. I am ready.


Time for two bad dreams!

I needed to kill Tiana. But at first it was some woman with long hair. So I started breaking her neck, and as I was struggling to finish iit, to break it, she became Ti. ANd i broke her neck. But as i suspected, she didnt die. She just couldnt breathe  feel anymore, couldnt move , couldnt do anything, even make a sound. She was afraid, she didnt know what was going on and why she was that way now. And maybe why i did this. As she could still breathe i put my thumb and index on her nostrils, like with Murzik, and waited for her to die. I was crying, or would be, I was inconsolable. I DIDNT WANT TO KILL MY SWEET KITTEN TIANA I LOVE HER OH G-D OH NO now i have to finish killing her. My sweet little girl.
I truly hate it. 
Didnt finish in a dream.

Second: gorgona, and her stupid hairdo, then its Jane and her triumphant cacatoo. I think that what if theres a head in that cocatoo? What if i poke it with something sharp it will hit an another "head", or a continuation of her head? The hairdo changes into something more meaty. I keep thinking about prodding it.

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