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So I had a really strange dream last night. I was living in my old house, but at the top of my street...instead of there being another street, it was the base of a very steep and large hill/mountain. So I had a friend over one day, her name was Hattie, and I suggested we climb the hill. We walked to the base of it and I started to walk up, but it was so steep and I was tired so I wanted to stop...but Hattie kept running. I called for her but she never came back and I never saw her again. A couple years passed and I never wanted to climb the hill.
One day I had some friends over...two boys and a girl named Emily. I suggested we try and climb the hill (and get cheesesteaks after) so we did. We were all in bathing suits because we had been swimming, so we climbed the hill and it felt so good. The hill was sandy and it was just like a really dirty beach. The higher we climbed the sunnier it got. Suddenly, a huge wave came and we were being carried back down. We almost went over a giant cliff a few times. But we were carried safely to the bottom. The wave swept down and went away and the hill was all muddy. We decided to climb up the hill again but it was march harder because of the mud. But these pieces of rope had appeared to help us get up the hill. But eventually everyone started running and when I called their names they wouldn't come back. I slid back down and went home.
None of my friends ever came back, but a few weeks later, Hattie came back, claiming to be Emily. It was really confusing but Hattie had a baby on the mountain and it died and so she came back as Emily and Emily went back up and came back as Hattie.
What kind of crack am I on? Did I mention that in my dream I believe the top of the mountain would lead me to Uruguay?
One day I had some friends over...two boys and a girl named Emily. I suggested we try and climb the hill (and get cheesesteaks after) so we did. We were all in bathing suits because we had been swimming, so we climbed the hill and it felt so good. The hill was sandy and it was just like a really dirty beach. The higher we climbed the sunnier it got. Suddenly, a huge wave came and we were being carried back down. We almost went over a giant cliff a few times. But we were carried safely to the bottom. The wave swept down and went away and the hill was all muddy. We decided to climb up the hill again but it was march harder because of the mud. But these pieces of rope had appeared to help us get up the hill. But eventually everyone started running and when I called their names they wouldn't come back. I slid back down and went home.
None of my friends ever came back, but a few weeks later, Hattie came back, claiming to be Emily. It was really confusing but Hattie had a baby on the mountain and it died and so she came back as Emily and Emily went back up and came back as Hattie.
What kind of crack am I on? Did I mention that in my dream I believe the top of the mountain would lead me to Uruguay?