i dreamt going into a cafe talking to friend, when a serbian (or russian) couple approached me and told me to open my hands, led me to a table near a main pillar (the support of the house, the backbone), so it’d be very dark given that the lamplight was situated behind it, (mind you it was a very wooden-ish cafe. a tavern perhaps), and holding my hand and all, began to trace and dissect me and my lines and my name, mercury and all, but because i was too busy thinking (in the dream) the validity of such sciences, and the fact it was twenty dollars an hour, i didn’t gave it much of a listen. they weren’t even chinese.
eh, does this apply to everything else as well.
haha. jahat gila.
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