LD50
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Think I told this before on that other forum. When I was about 6 yrs old I had a recurring dream that scared the shit out of me.
Always the same: Big open field with daisies like in the Namaqualand but just much greener. Then all these old tannies with long loose hanging grey hair, dressed in their sleeping gowns, came running bare foot towards me from all the wind directions known to man.
Each of them had a fly squatter in hand, that cheap square plastic one with all the little fucking holes in it.
They all ran closing in on me at the same distance and when the eventually reached me, they bliksemed the living crap outa me. I always woke myself up with a scream
Always the same: Big open field with daisies like in the Namaqualand but just much greener. Then all these old tannies with long loose hanging grey hair, dressed in their sleeping gowns, came running bare foot towards me from all the wind directions known to man.
Each of them had a fly squatter in hand, that cheap square plastic one with all the little fucking holes in it.
They all ran closing in on me at the same distance and when the eventually reached me, they bliksemed the living crap outa me. I always woke myself up with a scream