This blog is a compilation of dreams I have had. If there's one thing I love to mention in order to direct attention to me at breakfast, it's whatever dreams I had the night before. I like dreams, because I feel like they're fascinating little automatic narratives. I'll only report things I remember accurately. Proper names have been excluded, but I'll gladly explain further in private.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I am Getting High on Fluid from a Hydraulic Pump in a Dropped Pickup; I am Sneaky
I am standing in the bed of my friend's lowered pickup truck, sipping hydraulic fluid through one of the hoses like a crazy straw. Suddenly, I realize that it's getting me high, and I crouch down in panic that my mother will somehow be able to tell. I wake up, and I'm still sneaky. c. 2005
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