I'm in a Chines restaurant. The owner, a fat white guy starts to rant a bunch of right-wing hate peach. We storm out in protest and call the police. There's an APB out on us and we're in the Lincoln being chased.
A blog to share my dreams. No, not my aspirations, but my actual dreams. I find our subconscious world absolutely fascinating--maybe someone can give me a bit of insight into just what these crazy dreams mean. Have at it world!
One of the weirdest dreams ever. I was at the opera hanging out in the Donor Lounge. Nancy Moore came up to me and told me she was fired. I...
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