scoobydont's blog

When I was teen I kept an exercise book in which I noted down my dreams. A couple of years down the road, when I was still a teen, I re-read it. I remember being fairly shocked as to how violent my dreams seemed to be. The only dream that I remember reading now is that I was shirtless, in a jungle. There was hook in the flesh on my back. The hook was connected to a stick. Connected to the stick were taut wires - like a clothes line. As I walked I dragged the contraption behind me. Perhaps that's why I have masochistic and sadistic tendencies.