Date: Saturday, June 19, 2010 10:24:20 AM PDT Important: No Robbery My friend has a gun. He tries to shoot me. He is African American. My friends give me gifts because I'm about to die. B-3 gives me a shotgun. I tell her to put it together for me. I try to shoot him but missed. I lock onto him with my arm. Ring the police. They don't take me seriously. I let my friend go. He opens up the garage. A human powered car is there. We talk about it. Also. Something about a stepfather. -----
Date: Sunday, April 18, 2010 5:16:46 AM PDT I am charged with sexual harassment. March-2 was the victim. First I accept the charges. Then the victim has to point me out so i go to a mall where march and my other friends are sitting. She points me out. Some of my friends don't believe that it is really me. When I sexually harass her, I am in her room and sitting on her bed while she is having a shower. The tv is on and I think I see something orange that looks like underwear. That's it though. In court, the police is the judge. The courtroom is a classroom. The policeman reads out what happened and a slideshow accompanies his talk. He says that I told him the order of how things happened wrong. A man plays guitar. Rock artist. At one point he plays for guitar hunters. The order of things were something like 90% percent accurate. And they found that out with msn chat. this is one of those dreams where I wake up relieved that it was a dream. I was in doubt though. the percentage for march's accuracy in telling what happened is 100%.
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