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So I had another crazy dream last night.
I don't really remember how it started, but I was living here in ME. The house I lived in with my parents was not the house I actually live in. We lived way up in the mountains, it reminds me of the Rocky Mountains a bit.
Anyway, I was getting ready to take a trip down to NJ. When I got there, Dave met me outside. We went into the apartment, and that was the same as it is oddly enough. Things get a little hazy here, I recall the apartment somehow becoming large enough to be a ballroom and some sort of party was going on.
Eventually, I find my way to a back room I had never seen before, and there was a mirror there. I soon found that the mirror was actually a tesseract between the aparment and the house in ME, and for some reason Dave followed me through.
When I got there, my boss came to the door. I yelled at her to leave, and she got pissed off and said she was going to call the cops. I went out the back and there was some sort of police organziation official there. He said that someone had been decapitated and was swinging around a machete.
Then I recall that some kid I don't know had shot someone in the face at the ME house, and I had commented it (at work, we have to comment all of our calls) for some reason.
Then I woke up.
So...uhhh...yeah. I think there was more to it.
I just kind of use this thing as a dream journal sometimes so when I read over old entries I can be reminded of them.
I don't really remember how it started, but I was living here in ME. The house I lived in with my parents was not the house I actually live in. We lived way up in the mountains, it reminds me of the Rocky Mountains a bit.
Anyway, I was getting ready to take a trip down to NJ. When I got there, Dave met me outside. We went into the apartment, and that was the same as it is oddly enough. Things get a little hazy here, I recall the apartment somehow becoming large enough to be a ballroom and some sort of party was going on.
Eventually, I find my way to a back room I had never seen before, and there was a mirror there. I soon found that the mirror was actually a tesseract between the aparment and the house in ME, and for some reason Dave followed me through.
When I got there, my boss came to the door. I yelled at her to leave, and she got pissed off and said she was going to call the cops. I went out the back and there was some sort of police organziation official there. He said that someone had been decapitated and was swinging around a machete.
Then I recall that some kid I don't know had shot someone in the face at the ME house, and I had commented it (at work, we have to comment all of our calls) for some reason.
Then I woke up.
So...uhhh...yeah. I think there was more to it.
I just kind of use this thing as a dream journal sometimes so when I read over old entries I can be reminded of them.