There was a dude smoking crack right next to me on the bus. I couldn't move, I could make him move. I was stuck there, having to endure his smoking pot, right neck to me.
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What's the point of dreams, if you can't remember them?
What's the point of remembering them if you cannot find a use? I, the dream
reader, shall post records of my dreams that I remember and what I
interperet them as. If you want to know as much as there is about dreams;
Read on.
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The Zombie Bunny
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