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thanks to the power of pepsi, a second entry

SO I was pondering a bit about dreams and I think that the content of the dream isn’t quite as important as what the dreamer places emphasis on when analyzing said dream (not that I recommend doing so; I personally think dreams are just crazy craziness more often than not).

For example, a dream I recently had I was wearing a blue wig, at a guitar store, singing in fluent Italian. And the guitar store was on Venus. Then a car crashed into the store and a monkey got out and walked away. The monkey made no return appearance, but I then realized I was standing next to someone I hadn’t seen since highschool.

At this point I woke up and was thinking to myself “that’s weird I had a dream about that person.”

Yeah. That’s the weird part.

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