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November 12, 2010
I read somewhere that our brains cannot create false identities, or false beings, and insert them in our dreams. They can merely store away small glances, a glimpse of humans here and there, and file them away neatly until you fall asleep. And then your brain releases these images, and that one guy you saw while shopping because his red hair distracted you becomes your hero, and that lady with the loud heels at the restaurant kidnaps you and turns into a harpy. And the black haired kid at the library?

Yeah. You totally kissed him.