Fell asleep unexpectedly and dreamed that I woke in my bed during an early morning thunderstorm. I walked into the living room; there was an ancient episode of All My Children (or something else involving Susan Lucci crying) quietly playing on TV. I then heard a bunch of racket coming from inside of the chimney a few feet away. It continued for a good while, so I eventually grabbed the mop from the garage and began poking it up into the chimney until whatever was in there fell out. And then out fell Billy Joel. He was out of breath and kept talking about needing to atone for his sins. I scolded him for "hiding in the chimney AGAIN" (so I suppose this was a regular occurrence) and told him that he could live in the attic
if the house spirits permitted it. Anyway I hate my brain! The end
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Originally Posted by Oriphiel
Omg, I for one would love to read your stories.
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Noooo they're indulgent garbage (though if they ever become more coherent then I'll let you know)