MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.

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Plastic house

I remember standing outside my house and talking to someone who was saying that he drove up log roads. He pointed to one nearby. The road looked like a bunch of flattened plastic trees. Me and some other people drove up this road an came upon a house. It was empty, yet it was filled with furniture, TV sets, everything... you name it... everything was in place. I remember seeing a fake guitar made of plastic. I left the others and entered a room. It was super vivid. for some reason I was in a rush to leave the room.