I meant to post this yesterday, but oh well. My last night at home I had this (short) dream:
I walked into Johnson toward my room, and all of my friends from high school were sitting on the ground outside of my door. I continued to walk toward them and toward A103 (my old room), but then I said, "Wait... but I don't live here anymore." and the dream ended--sort of like a fade out, and I woke up.
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1 comment:
heh, you should really turn off anon commenters...unless you are really into reports from the lumber industry.
definitely don't regret the past, it makes you who you are. later.
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