2001-12-24 - 9:45 p.m.

24th of December 2001

Eve of a very Merry Christmas... deep unto deep, waters unto tide; for His Lovingkindness, blessed are those from Earth to the Highest.

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I'm about to go off to meet my kakis for a drinking/ puking session.Haha, a rather lame Christmas tradition, but well...

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Maybe I should be like Roger and start recording down my dreams. It just seems so coincidental that just a day after I met up with Roger that I had a dream worthy of putting down into words. Names in the following dream that I'm going to narrate have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved:

I was drinking a Heineken pint at Ridleys pub when 2 girls walked up to the bar and ordered something called Lyther (no idea what it means, but in my dream that's what the drink is called). It was a mere second or two before I recognised them as Xenon and her best fren Argon ( those who noe me should know who these 2 gers are), and soon enough I returned Xenon her textbook. It was the main reason why the meeting was so coincidental... to just return a textbook... fuck! Anyway, what happened later was that Xenon left and I took Argon to a bridge at the river near my home. Pretty normal stuff, except that soon enough, I began to treat her like Xenon: all the kind attention and speaking gently. Not every ger commands that kind of treatment from me, guess you guys should noe that I treat most gers like guys (cracking dirty jokes, doing loserish stuff, etc...). The later parts of the dream was more or less a haze... and I woke up feeling guilty.

Anyone can decipher?

Merry Christmas to all!And of course a very merry Christmas to Xenon ( pseudonym).

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