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I've been thaving these wierd dreams lately, which in it's self is wierd; i don't usually remember my dreams. Anyway, Last night i dreampt we were breaking into this house durring broad day light, only it was me, the kid that lived there and this red head girl i kept calling Mary Jane. It was moving day and we had to steal these things before the movers got there.
We broke in and started drinking tequila then i heard a noise at the drive way and a big white moving van was there. I ran into the bathroom and Mary Jane was in side. We started making out, and when we were about to get busy i looked to the side, we were in my older brothers room, circa 10 years ago and it was a mes, and he's lying in his bed, looks up with his old time scraggly hair and beard and says something abount the confederacy. A union hat falls down on a bassdrum and lies in a pile of grey cloths and then I woke up.
I don't get it.
We broke in and started drinking tequila then i heard a noise at the drive way and a big white moving van was there. I ran into the bathroom and Mary Jane was in side. We started making out, and when we were about to get busy i looked to the side, we were in my older brothers room, circa 10 years ago and it was a mes, and he's lying in his bed, looks up with his old time scraggly hair and beard and says something abount the confederacy. A union hat falls down on a bassdrum and lies in a pile of grey cloths and then I woke up.
I don't get it.