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and Freud would say...
had myself three extremely weird dreams last night, all of which woke me up and made me wonder what the hell was wrong with me.
DREAM A: myself and someone else (nate possibly) were running from someone, whom i don't know. we ran out to a huge parking lot that nonetheless resembled the parking lot at the library near me. we found my car, but i couldn't get the door open because it was so close to the car next to me. so we went in through the sun roof. at this time i could tell people were chasing after us because i could hear them and i just KNEW they were after me. so i slammed the car into gear and tore out of there, running someone over and then promptly smashing into walmart. i then go into work, as though nothing was abnormal, clock in, and start to work. i then woke up.
DREAM B: i was eating at wendy's with some random people (i don't remember) when some very familiar looking person on crutches walks out of the restaurant (if wendy's can be called a restaurant). i then ask mike mccoy who was walking in at the same time who that was. he said it was an old friend, brad kopacz. brad kopacz is someone i haven't talked to in about five years. he used to live near me back in the day, and we were good buddies. but then in the beginning of ninth grade, he moved to tipp city, and except for once the next summer when he drove by my house and i waved, i haven't seen him since. anyways, in my dream, i ran after him, and we started talking, and it was raining outside as he waited for a bus. i have no clue what we talked about, except that he said he just came back from a madonna concert and that he was a huge fan, and he was following her around the country. he also said that he was making a fortune betting on horse races. now, why he was on crutches, and if he had made a fortune, why was he taking the bus i don't know. all i know is that it was a fuckin creepy dream.
DREAM C: dream C was fucking sweet. yup, that's right: it was a sex dream. haven't had one of these in a while, but man oh man, it was cool. well there was one aspect of it that i really don't want to get into, namely who it was. this made the dream vaguely unsettling, yet on a whole, the dream was cool.
well, i know i only recounted these dreams and didn't really analyze them, but i think i know what one of them means.. unfortunately i'm not gonna talk about that, cuz it's my biddness, not yours.
peace.
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