I know, it seems pretty obvious, but I thought I could handle it. I mean, I'm a grown up. But what scares me the most is that I didn't dream about being chased/tortured/killed by Buffalo Bill or Hannibal Lector, I dreamt that I was chasing/hunting serial killers as Clarice. Time for a career change? I think not. It was a very restless night, reeking of anxiety. I woke nearly every hour, in between various dreams, checking the time almost deliriously. Not fun.
I'm a very vivid dreamer already, needing no extra help imagining horrible things. Let this be a lesson to me. Never again will I watch something scary right before bed. Gotta slip a "Friends" episode in between there. Anybody else have this problem? --Jesse
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Pff, baby.
Does "pff" stand for pretty freakin' fantastic?
'Pff' doesn't stand for anything. It is simply the sound one's mouth makes when trying to pronounce it as written. It can be loosely translated to mean, "Whatever."
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