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[becksteracious]

i dreamt that i was in a supermarket drinking golden rum with my dad and marie. the cops came in and surrounded the place. they had huge rifles and machine guns. we all had to sit on the floor, and i was crying. somehow i escaped and i ran through a really colorful playground. it was called a child garden and it was designed and built by child development experts. i remember counting the swings as i ran by; there were ten. each swing seat was an inflated football. some were blue, some green, some yellow. one swing was a gigantic red ball hanging from yellow ropes. it looked like a fun playground. i ran up to the road, where i began to gallop. i always gallop (it's really a chasse, but more people probably know what a gallop is) in my dreams because that's much faster than running. i was galloping along the road and suddenly i was in a cycling race. riders were sponsored and the proceeds went to a peace organization, whose logo was a really colorful peace sign. i turned onto the wrong bridge and got lost. gabe came along and brought me down to the edge of the thames river. we had to cross it as part of the race. to cross, we got
into a large white metal container with furniture inside, kind of like a
houseboat. the container was somehow powered by a donkey who stood on top
of it. this house container was owned by one of gabe's friends. he was an
old, jolly bald guy who made me laugh. pinned on the wall was a sheet of
paper with names and drawings of faces. the friend explained that the
night before he and his buddies had played a game that involved drawing and naming famous therapists.
peace, love, child gardens, and therapy pictionary.