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I kept driving down this one twisty road to get to my house and it's raining and there's a fucking fog just covering the ground. It was almost impossible there's a face in my glass...almost impossible to drive home...the face looks like it's talking to me. Right, so I was driving down this road and I turned onto my street and apparently, I imagined this entire trip because I came back to reality and I was at the beginning of the road not the end. And then my mom called to tell me that it was an hour later than what it actually was, so that really had me tripped out, and i'm pretty tripped out as it is. She fuckin tells me it's almost midnight and i'm thinkin it's like 1030. So time was definitely not adding up right and I she had me convinced that I had made the entire trip twice. that I had made the fucking giant ass loop that is magnolia/stagecoach/cypress-rosehill. But omg, I imagined an entire trip and then whoosh, I was at the beginning of that trip. I just keep getting lost in eveything and it's fuckin amazing.