I don't mean this in a bad way, but genetically you are a cul-de-sac

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Level 32.84

Mar 2006

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Oct 28, 2007, 07:55 AM
Local time: Oct 28, 2007, 01:55 PM
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One I can recall quite vividly was going back in time to my high school and finding two of my friends sat on desks outside the DT classrooms even though there isn't enough room to fit desks there. My ex walked past and I followed him to the office, where I discovered I could read people's minds. They were thinking about a name for a child someone was having, something like Darren. When I read my ex's mind he was thinking about his mother having a baby in the middle of a thunderstorm on a bridge. Quite a vivid image which I doubt I shall ever forget.
Another one was me standing in my room facing the door, but I could see through to the stairs. My mother came up and I asked her if there were any zombies downstairs, so she went down to check, then told me there were. I came downstairs and looked into the kitchen to see said zombie slowly moving forwards. I tried to get her out of the house but she was staring out of the front door, waiting for my father to get home. I ran out past her, calling for her to follow, when my father pulled up in the car (which promptly vanished). They were hugging when another zombie appeared from round the side of the house. They turned and said "Well, hello!" in the most incredibly posh accents, and then the zombie ate their faces.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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