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I had another dream about being in a house with another huge family and everyone was sick. Strawberry milkshake. There was a baby and someoen who spoke with a heavy accent of some European accent. My dad was around, but rather than being a know-it-all, if you asked him a question he didn't seem to know what you were talking abourt. When we went outside, we were in ghetto Lansdowne. There was some food (some kind of pancake or elephant ear pastry) being served at the longest dining table ever (seated at least 25) and some of the dream was spent hosting/trying to impress this girl/woman who seemed to be a sales rep of some sort, but it was more like we were courting her to buy our stuff and become a rep or something. Eventually she got sick. Everyone knew I was freaking out, but I ended up seeing all the milkshake everywhere. There was a little kid - like 1 yr old - who spoke with the voice of an adult. He was sick and I handed him a basket - which was useless, obviously. He got that strawberry milkshake shit all over him.
I want to cry. These are not dreams, they are nightmares
I want to cry. These are not dreams, they are nightmares