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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:49 am
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Oh gracious. I hate dreams. Alright, there's this kid at my school that I've known since sixth grade, and I don't talk to him as much anymore (don't worry, this leads to something). His name's Jordan, he used to be just kind of nerdy, and weird, but after a year or two turned scene (which was an improvement).
Well, last night (in my dream), I was at my mother's house. Her boyfriend came home about nine, had a few beers, sat in front of the TV. My mom got fed up with the rest of the kids, and retreated to her bedroom. Somehow I got in an argument with her boyfriend...he started yelling, he eventually hit me hard across the face, and threw something at me as I went out the door. I started wandering around the city, not knowing where the crap I was going (I really don't know that city). I ran into Jordan. Him and his friends took me to his place. Next thing I remember is I had gone to sleep on the living room floor and woke up next to him.
Freaky.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 12:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 6:02 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 5:41 pm
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