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My head hit the pillow in anticipation of a peaceful deep sleep. Almost immediately, colors began to swirl in a dream of floating. Blues and golds, like clouds enveloping me, but never touching and I could not touch them.
I began drifting downward until I came to an unnamed city street. Faceless strangers whirred past me as I walked. Nothing seemed familiar and no sounds were made.
I felt a presence behind me and turned to look. Terrified, I tried to run, but my legs couldn't go more than a slow motioned trot. Things began to blur and I felt the sweat start to run down my neck. It moved closer, only walking, as I continued to try in vain to run. Suddenly, I fiind myself at a dead end, with no escape. My mind knows enough to waken me with a jerk.
I just hate it when I dream about being chased by giant penises with missing fingers.......
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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