DREAM Part 3 — The Retrieval of the Box of Preciousness
I don't remember the rest. It's been too long. Sorry, but now you know how I feel most nights.(Last night I dreamt that I broke into a Jr. High School Gym office to save a crying baby who was stashed away in a side satchel with bees trying to get in its mouth. The Mexican Janitor demonstrated great heroism by opening the office door for me at risk of losing his job. He was NEVER SUPPOSED TO OPEN THAT DOOR.)
...Open to interpretation. Please feel free to comment.
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Listening to: Incubus - I Miss You [Acoustic]
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