My brain and I

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Monday 16th of July, 2012


I was making meth (I've been watching a lot of Breaking Bad and lately heaps of my dreams are about meth!) and the cops caught on to it. I went to a hardware store to get supplies and realised they were following me. I surrendered and they hauled me off to a library, where I had an argument over the fact that my library card had expired. While arguing, I overheard that the police were going to burn our house down to try and kill Nooks and Acka, and make it look like an accident, so I ran off and texted her before they caught me. As I was texting, in some other realm I was also writing my will; evidently I knew this was the end.

Somehow I got back home where I discovered the house had been bugged. I decided it was best to just leave and went outside and began riding a Vesper.
It gets a bit hazy there but I honed back in on me sweeping the road, where I stumbled upon an awesome part of town that was a single, fenced off street that had all these tiny, hawker style food carts except they were bars. It was like a market street for partying.


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I got a lift to work from Dad but had to catch a bus halfway there. For some reason I had a cat with me. At work I realised I'd forgotten my uniform and that I should have my car otherwise how would I get home? The cat began acting like a child and eventually became one. With a mohawk. Acka brought my uniform and I started work. Shortly after that I put a wet ball of paper on my face.

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Wednesday 18th of July, 2012

I was walking in a park kind of area but with several buildings in it. Kind of like Central Park in NY, I suppose. As I walked I came across a little girl rummaging through a bin. She must've been about 6 and she's just humming to herself and digging through garbage. Every now and then she put something she found into a paper bag.
I watched her for a little bit, feeling sad for her, and then her mum came along. I began berating her asking how she could let her daughter do that, then I noticed she herself was really grimy and she explained that they were homeless.

Somehow things evolved really quickly and I found myself crying and chasing the mum because of some kind of elaborate love story about how the young girl created some kind of bond. Except it wasn't to do with me. All I was thinking while it was happening was "Man! This would be a good movie"


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I was with a group of friends including my youngest brother and we were sitting in a cul-de-sac talking to the driver of a semi-trailer. Suddenly someone had a guitar and we were all singing Losing My Religion by REM, except everyone was struggling to keep time properly. I remarked that no one had ever realised that it was the hardest song to sing along to ever.
When we finished the driver, who had been sitting in the cab and leaning out the window, was just like "Thanks!" and began to pull away. As he did the rear of the truck came really close to us and I looked down to notice that my brother was under the truck and about to be squashed by the wheels. I screamed out and raised my hand to reach out to him and as I did so, jolted awake in real life.



Thinking back on it...was the choice of 'REM' a hint that I was dreaming?