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I dreamt last night that we were younger, perhaps 18? We worked in this giant warehouse of a store with different jobs and mostly play. After awhile we got tired of work and ended up at this house party that was dark, wet, slightly desolate, and nobody could find their cigarettes. Lucky for me they had all been lost in the chair I was sitting in. Lucky for me too to find the matches to blow off the fireworks in the living room so that we could make an amazing escape. Later the special ed girl down the street requested that I make her a cake like some famous red balloon [maybe a movie, seemed more like an art/peace movement] but after I slid it across the table she tied a string to it and to my amazement it floated up and over her shoulder. She instantly became famous and I found myself spending hours trying to get a good picture of her smiling and swaying through various TV screens until, all at once, I got the perfect shot.
Then I awoke with the desire to use proper grammar and capitalization in a Livejournal post.
Then I awoke with the desire to use proper grammar and capitalization in a Livejournal post.