Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Dream entry #8
I dreamt about the Russian mob running out the local crime syndicate. The leader of the mob was named “Chemkin,” which I don’t think is a real Russian name. The last thing I said in the dream was to someone trying to get the Russians’ attention: “You don’t find Chemkin, Chemkin finds you.” Pretty bad-ass.
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Fantastic! That is totally Burn Notice bad-ass indeed!
Aren't dreams the best? I don't remember too many of mine, but love it when I do. I don't read too much into them. Some people do, I don't. To me they are little mini-movies or stories that my brain makes up just to entertain me. It's a bit like breaking into my brain's secret diary.
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