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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Dear Freud

I had a dream last night. I can't remember a lot of it, but here's what I do remember: Harrison and I were college roommates. We were moving out of the dorm at the end of the semester. Harrison was bragging about the new dart board he'd bought and how he was going to have lots of guys over that night at his parents' house for a big contest.

He had a poster affixed to the cinder block wall he had yet to take down. He invited me to show him my dart throwing skills, using the poster as the target. He insisted I use an underhanded throwing technique and the dart he gave me had no needle, just a blunt-headed base. The last thing I remember is seeing a proper dart in his own hand and a smirk on his face.

What does this mean?

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I can tell you, but you will need to mail a personal check ($200) to me at 10 Berkshire Court, Savannah, GA, 31404. PAYPAL accepted.
 
Freud says every dream is a wish.
 
Actually, I remembered more about the dream and figured it out myself. I'll tell you what it reveals about you for the discounted price of $100, the amount of gas money it would take for me to drive to Jackson and back this weekend. If you're there, I can relay the story with full interpretation in person.

Paypal only with verified address.
 
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