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May 13, 2005 16:14

Last nights dreams where crazy. It starts with streets lined with people, there is some kind of riot going on and all the people who want to watch and not get involved are standing to the side. suddenly this kid, some anti-everything natzi punk launches a grenade into the police croud, he's all courage until the cop nearby wails him in the face with about twenty bullets. I watched as he's face tears off.

Next jump to a theatre where I have spent all day shopping for this one performance. I walk towards the stage in these extremely high platforms, swaying almost falling until another girl helps me onstage with a push. There are supposed to be couples dancing for the audience but before it is my turn a girl from elementary school starts playing this organ along with my choir teacher and a little boy. three pairs of hands playing. I am angry because I have lost my chance to dance. I run outside into this pile of dirty snow and fall down in a heap and start crying, hopeing someone will show me sympathy. instead a group of working men start laughing and i get into a fit with one. I punch his face as hard as i can, we hit eachother with poles. They won't stop laughing at me and calling me foolish. Finally I wake up crying.
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