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[roobensandwich]

Last night, I had a dream that I was back home in Livermore. It was dark, cloudy, and windy. A storm was coming. Everyone was staring up at the sky as if something horrible was going to happen... there were monsters flying above us. Then I realized that they weren't really monsters but a giraffe, a dragon, and a jumbo jet. I realized that the "monsters" were giant, mechanical kites... and that the people beneath were flying them. Everyone had one but me. I was sitting in a car, talking with Mary-Jo and Corey. Even though we knew that the people were flying kites, we were trying to find a place to hide. And then, I was walking in front of my house all alone. Andrew, from work, drove up next to me. He asked me if I needed a ride, and I said no. I just kept walking and looking down at the pavement.

Dreams are odd. The storms and the jet kinda reminded me of "Donnie Darko." The rest of the dream was just fucked up.

Anyhow... that's the end of that story.