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[dirtyjeans]

I walked home with my friend from school. Heading home was through a californian type weaving of streets and close-knit, beautifully large town houses. We were in our school uniform and chatting away as if it were something we always do. A male of about 28, whom I live with pulled up beside me in a car and spoke in a paniced voice of the Condor's

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[atlantica69]

That was really good! Did you write that just then?

[dirtyjeans]

Yeah it was actually just the dream I had last night.

[atlantica69]

Whoa, that's crazy. Did it freak you out?

[dirtyjeans]

Nah most of my dreams are like big stories. The best one I had was a big long journey through Germany around the time of Hitler's reign. In the end he shot me in the head as I was on my knees on a bridge in front of him. As soon as the bullet broke my skull I died but I dreamed right up until my face hit the ground dead. And I woke up calmly ... but I have a lot of dreams about crazily huge houses with mystery rooms and treasures etc. They're always lots of fun. Cause when I wake up it feels like I've been sleeping and my mind running free for days/weeks/months.

[atlantica69]

That Hitler dream would've made me cry. You should write a book about one of your dreams, it'd be a great read.