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i dreamt i could't decide who to talk to.. too much typing.. too much! three monitors in front of me. they all wanted to talk!
and that i had a mexican friend and he got shot on the opposite side of a huge dump truck that was the brightest white and separated us by a pool of water.
they shot him in the arm. and i panicked. i thought he was dead. but he moved. and i asked him if he wanted to call an ambulance. and so i hollered to my friends on yet another side of me. and they called for help.
he wore blue jeans and a button down dress shirt. off-white. he had short hair. and didn't mean anything to me until he was on his back, gasping for life.
and that i had a mexican friend and he got shot on the opposite side of a huge dump truck that was the brightest white and separated us by a pool of water.
they shot him in the arm. and i panicked. i thought he was dead. but he moved. and i asked him if he wanted to call an ambulance. and so i hollered to my friends on yet another side of me. and they called for help.
he wore blue jeans and a button down dress shirt. off-white. he had short hair. and didn't mean anything to me until he was on his back, gasping for life.