A few nights ago I dreamt I was a molecule on a boxing glove. And each time I was hit against the boxing bag or a fellow opponent, I would yell "Ouch!"
Last night I dreamt that my ex boyfriend and a few of his pals were in a room full of hookers. And a group of us busted their pre-nocturnal vice. Also, I was arguing with a knife-wielding acquaintance.
I sometimes wish I could videotape my dreams down because they sure make good movies. or at least youtube material.
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