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I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches around And preachin' from my chair Who are you Who who who who Who are you Who who who who I took the tube back out of town Home to the rolling pin I felt a little like a dying clown But with a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccuped Looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the tin pan God there's got to be another way Who are you Who who who who Who are you Who who who who There's a place where I know you walked The love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees I spill out like a sewer hole Yet still receive your kiss How can I measure up to anyone new After such a love as this Who are you Who who who who Who are you Who who who who

Dream I was in the police station as an ex police and greeted by a woman  sergeant of police,i saw the police line up for duty and marching .I was told to report for duty the next day at 7am ,went to the barrack room to my locker saw with a big lock on,on opening it I realized my uniforms were not there and remembering they were home,but on checking ,my uniform shirt was there with buttons on.two officers were there ,one I recognized by name and number who was my course mate and the other I now by name .I found a uniform pants which needed ironing and when I asked for an electric iron I didn't get any.I was worried that I won't get to work in time the next day because it was going to be a holiday and transportation was a problem

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

Weirdest dream ever...we were part of a triathlon in france; that ended in Jaisalmer, India. The first section was on camel, the second section was barefoot running. During the second part we found out that the police were after us. You ran into a little shop to hide but then when I stepped in there was a random man inside who didn't know which door you had gone through. It was now like a massive student house with loads of doors/levels and covered in anarchy/protest posters. I went down to the basement and Mark Webber was in there with a scale model of the landscapes we had to cross trying to work out the best way in to Jaisalmer fort. After discussion with him I decided to continue on my own because I couldn't find you. I don't know if I got there or found you because I woke up.

Dream I was in the police station as an ex police and greeted by a sergeant of police ,saw the police fall in for duty and marching .I was to report for duty the next day at 7am ,went to the barrack room to my locker saw with a big lock on,on opening it I realized my uniforms were not there and remembering they were home,but on checking my uniform shirt was there with buttons on.two officers were there ,one I recognized by name and number who was my course mate and the other I now by name .I found a uniform pants which needed ironing and when I asked for an elvtric iron I didn't get any

Bought a new car. The car was a trans am. I had slept over at the girl's house who sold the car to me. In the morning, I couldn't find the car and deducted it was stolen. Had stayed up all night and had not slept. I went to police station at end of street to report stolen car but when I got there I noticed it was a couple minutes til 9:00 when I needed to be at work. I anxiously asked if I could use the police station's phone to call boss but could not remember bosses number. Later when I woke up I realized I was reversing the order of the numbers I was dialing.

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