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generally, my dreams are just extensions of everyday life, drama free, and accompanied by those in and out of touch. i've been enjoying them because it makes for an escape from real life where some people that mean the world to me are far too distant. however, last nights dream in the desolate town it took place was kind of an eye opener. it totally made sense. you weren't allowed to roam the streets because of how bad the economy was. pretty much everyone was jobless and/or unemployed. we were trying to help his friend (whom he met off the internet...haha) fix her car, because for some reason if you didn't travel in groups or were caught somewhere you didn't belong you'd vanish. the men in suits took over the town. they were the ones employed. they were like a mini mob. the streets were made of dirt and it all ended in this abandoned run-down building, he went in without me. i was scared and didn't want to wait so i went to find him. it was there i encountered the men in suits. homeless people were acting as servicemen offering caviar. their attire was completely atrocious and as i reached forward the men in suits approached. i asked if what the servicemen wee offering me belonged to them and as they said no the men in suits suddenly became preoccupied with people other than harassing myself. the bellboy grabbed me and he helped me try to find someone i had lost. then i woke up. i never found him, nor did i go back to sleep to try(i do that sometimes to get the ending i want, or an ending at all). it was kind relief. and that's when i realize that everything happens for a reason and some people really are eachother's poison. it was kind of like reading that really good book or poem and you realize that hope really does come with letting go. sure, i've been over and done with shit for a few months now, but there has always been that piece of me that hoped we'd recover from this just like we had in the past. the little fire inside is completely burned out. thank you.