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!
I'm playing tennis on the courts at the GPA with Diana and Paul Kerber. There are some tree branches hanging over the court. I complai...
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