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I had such a fucked up dream last night, and I swear to christ it was real.
So Jenny stayed the night, but she had to leave at 7am for work. So I got up with her and locked the door behind her as she left. Being that I didn't have to be at work for 2 hours, or didn't want to go to work for 2 hours, however you want to look at it, I went back to bed. That's when the fun started. Well, my alarm snooze goes off every 9 minutes, and after about 3 times hitting that, I guess I started dreaming.
So in my dream, I get up and look around, and half of the stuff in my bedroom is missing. My dresser, computer, and computer desk (which is built in) are all gone. I look in the living room to see my roommates bookcase empty and leaning near the door. I'm like dude, what the hell, were we robbed? My roommate gets up and we're talking, and I'm wondering where my computer is. I say "It better fucking be in my closet" for some reason. I turn around to look in my room, and my stuff has returned, but it's in a differnt set up. Now I'm kind of freaked out. My roommate sees it too. Then I said, "Dude, you know what, my brother was here last night and he was smoking weed. I bet we're just high." So I go into the bathroom to take a piss, and when I come out, I'm in a totally different apartment, one which Matt and I had apparently lived before. We are both shitting bricks because we know it's not a dream. We're at a total loss as what to do. We don't think we can go back to our original apartment because it wouldn't be ours. It's then when I hear my alarm clock go off again and I really wake up.
Honest to god, I thought it was real. I was so fucking confused.
Anywho, I'm better, and I'm getting pumped for the Illinois v. Iowa game tonight. God I hate Iowa so fucking much. We're going to murder them, then beat them on the court.
Noah
So Jenny stayed the night, but she had to leave at 7am for work. So I got up with her and locked the door behind her as she left. Being that I didn't have to be at work for 2 hours, or didn't want to go to work for 2 hours, however you want to look at it, I went back to bed. That's when the fun started. Well, my alarm snooze goes off every 9 minutes, and after about 3 times hitting that, I guess I started dreaming.
So in my dream, I get up and look around, and half of the stuff in my bedroom is missing. My dresser, computer, and computer desk (which is built in) are all gone. I look in the living room to see my roommates bookcase empty and leaning near the door. I'm like dude, what the hell, were we robbed? My roommate gets up and we're talking, and I'm wondering where my computer is. I say "It better fucking be in my closet" for some reason. I turn around to look in my room, and my stuff has returned, but it's in a differnt set up. Now I'm kind of freaked out. My roommate sees it too. Then I said, "Dude, you know what, my brother was here last night and he was smoking weed. I bet we're just high." So I go into the bathroom to take a piss, and when I come out, I'm in a totally different apartment, one which Matt and I had apparently lived before. We are both shitting bricks because we know it's not a dream. We're at a total loss as what to do. We don't think we can go back to our original apartment because it wouldn't be ours. It's then when I hear my alarm clock go off again and I really wake up.
Honest to god, I thought it was real. I was so fucking confused.
Anywho, I'm better, and I'm getting pumped for the Illinois v. Iowa game tonight. God I hate Iowa so fucking much. We're going to murder them, then beat them on the court.
Noah