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I dont see cameras, infact, there is no where that a camera could be without me knowing. But my every action is watched and judged. I dont know the people im interacting with, but they seem familiar. Like we've all hit it off, but still dont know anything about eachother. There isnt many, maybe 5 other. maybe 10.
I'm walking down a path, outside, allong the side of a white mansion. this is one of 6 or 7 mansions on the estate. Someone, i dont know who, is taking us through each house. Each of us is blown away by the size of each building. All different.
For some reason im planning something. Like i need to pick a building. For some reason, I'm expecting someone. For some reason, i'm picking out a bedroom?
The tour guide walks us out into the gardens to conclude his tour.
A basketball rolls to my feet. I look up to see who's rousing me to this game, and find a handful of people i dont know, but for some reason i know that their NBA players. In the middle of this group is someone yelling out to me. I dont know why, but its Dick Chaney (thats right, the US vice president). As some sort of psudo rebelion against general americaness, i throw the basketball back in disgust and walk away.
I wake up and its 4.26pm.
I think i need some sleep.
yes, i know there are a lot of spelling mistakes.
I'm walking down a path, outside, allong the side of a white mansion. this is one of 6 or 7 mansions on the estate. Someone, i dont know who, is taking us through each house. Each of us is blown away by the size of each building. All different.
For some reason im planning something. Like i need to pick a building. For some reason, I'm expecting someone. For some reason, i'm picking out a bedroom?
The tour guide walks us out into the gardens to conclude his tour.
A basketball rolls to my feet. I look up to see who's rousing me to this game, and find a handful of people i dont know, but for some reason i know that their NBA players. In the middle of this group is someone yelling out to me. I dont know why, but its Dick Chaney (thats right, the US vice president). As some sort of psudo rebelion against general americaness, i throw the basketball back in disgust and walk away.
I wake up and its 4.26pm.
I think i need some sleep.
yes, i know there are a lot of spelling mistakes.