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I don't know why I'm posting this. But it seems like the trendy thing to do, so here. If I met you guys...I'd probably just stand around awkwardly and feel inadequate while you talked. And that's my official opinion on the matter. |
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I just remembered the dream I had last night. Well some of it, anyway. I've been having a lot of dreams lately. Last night's lasted like a week in dream time. I remember I found a cell phone in a hotel room out in the wilderness. It was winter and there was a lot of snow. It was just one room, on a plain covered in snow. It was empty inside except for a bed. Everything inside was the same creamy off-white color except for the cellphone, which was orange. So I picked up the phone and hid it in my pocket and went home. It wasn't winter at home, but then it wasn't my home either. I'd never seen it before, but my mother was there. I sat in the living room and looked through the phone, found out things about the person who owned it. My mother came into the room a couple of times and I hid it from her. I wasn't supposed to have it. And this is where my memory gets a little fuzzy. I think there was a story on the news about the phone having been stolen. My mother seemed to know that it was me who had it, but I didn't confess. I tried to put it back in the room on the plain, but my mother was waiting there for me with a mean smile on her face. And then I woke up. |