My dreams. The one in which all three of them appeared, in a crazed manner.
I’m sitting in my space craft with a table covered in art supplies behind me. I’ve got my head between my hands. My elbows on my knees. I’m deep in thought. A storm trooper walks in and I quickly jump to my feet. He says “at ease”. I sit back down and return to my pondering. He sits across from me, and removes his helmet (and looks eerily like Davy Jones from Pirates of the Carribean).
He puts the helmet besides him and gets up and walks to the table and starts to mix craft paint. Adding various colors. It’s like I’m having an out of body experience, able to see the scene from behind him even though I’m sitting in front of him facing the opposite direction. He’s comes around to me with the cup and it’s got this reddish brown color in it. Without a word I take the cup from him, and get up. He goes and sits down. I go and start adding colors. Somehow I end up with a brilliant blue color. I take the cup back to him and he looks in it and says “what’s that?”
I said, that’s the color of the tears that the 80,000 people diagnosed with diabetes each day cry.
yeah, my dreams are jacked up and completely wrong factually, but they’re entertaining
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