It's been a while since I've had a good night's sleep, between plain old insomnia, nighttime nausea (maybe I'm pregnant), and a longer-than-usual rash of nightmares. Fun.
Last night this girl I used to know from high school, Becky, was in my dream. I was pretty fucking mean to her in my dream. That happens a lot. I guess I'm not mean enough to people during my waking hours, so it bleeds over into my unconscious time.
I don't think she's crossed my mind in 15 years or so. Back in school, my mom seemed to want me to date her. Kept dropping hints that she liked her. She was never my type, though. For one thing, the girls your mom likes are not the ones you're after when you're a teenager. But more importantly, her face had no pores.
These are the things you have to pay attention to if you intend to survive the uprising, people.
Always freaked me out, because clearly, that meant she was an early model terminator infiltrator unit. Of course, I realize now that she might be an early model Cylon skinjob instead, but that doesn't really change things.
Anyway, sorry I was mean to you in my dream last night, Becky. When the robot revolution comes, please make my death painless.
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Might be best to track her down and drop her in a pool of molten steel. Just to be safe.
Just pull the chip out of her head.. it'll be all good then..
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