I used to have a reoccurring dream where my hands were covered with these furry white moving creatures-type things. No matter what I did they wouldn't come off so I would rub my hands together again and again, because in those seconds that one part of one hand was on top of the other, those things would come off, but once I stopped rubbing they'd grow back.
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| Similar to the furriness on this child, but it would only grow to a certain point and then stop. |
A few years later I had the dream again. This time I stopped rubbing my hands together. I didn't feel that it was worth it. I gave up and I couldn't figure out if that was because I had given up on doing what I wanted or if I had just decided to live with what life threw at me. It's still something I think about sometimes. What's the difference? Attitude I suppose.
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| Ice Queen |
I told my friend about this dream and she asked if I was the easter bunny- a seemingly random question, but I hadn't told her that this dream was always a nightmare for me.. the furry things on my hands being something I viewed as bad. I never thought of it as a good or interesting thing, it was something that haunted me. Again, attitude is what changes the world.
Now some pictures:
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| Ninja vs. Penguin bunny |
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