Last night I dreamed the following things and participate in a circus tent, a betting ... It was a struggle between these creatures, real and bloody with a lot of blood and little heads chopped off. I had one, was called Fliky and had a black eye and one blue. Of course after the first fight, rolling her pretty nose in the boots of the others present. And I cried. I wept bitterly. Next to me G. with a sombrero and colorful winter jacket, looked like a Tibetan mountain. The shots that gave the animals were accompanied by the following exclamation: "Yatta '" and from the applauses of the whole crowd infoiati. Now ... I would not say, but the following part of the dream was orchestrated in a night full of prostitutes. The sprint that users gave to the young ladies were always accompanied by the same sound repeated whistles and curses. The smadonnamenti had in Genoese dialect. And among all that sweat and yell those words, whores and liquor, he glimpsed a door. Doctor House.
My unconscious needs medical attention.
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