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Saturday, September 22, 2018

Sick

Dream 9.22.2018




          Some friends of mine and I have a disease. A woman pulls us away from school and takes us to a church. Inside she has us wash our skin. We put on white hazmat-like suits. She teaches us how to do things differently than our healthy classmates. The way we eat, dress, and drive our cars must be different because of our illness.

          She has us build our own vehicles out of crafting supplies. One group finishes their car and leave. They drive back to school. Several friends comment on how hard it is to find the way back to school. The lady walks us through confusing hallways and rooms to get back to building our cars. All of us try but are unable to make one out of craft and art supplies. Dream ends.

I wake up

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