Nfri

I’m in a shopping centre. I go up on the escalator. A guy goes down. He has wierd purplish eyes. I have fake memory that I met him in my city. I don’t feel good about him. I ask myself if this is a dream. Breathing trhough my closed nose for not short time until I get it. This is dream. I remembering what to do. I know I should try teleport but I still remember on something important. I wanne see a new logo. I see a shopper guy. Ask him for the magazine. He replays „Now we don‘ have this‘‘. I need to find a newsstand or something. Ask a guy who’s selling beads or something. He give it to me. The font looks robust. I open it and there is some artistic fonts inside. Try to remember them. I’m not very excited about them, but atleast something. Now I wanna fly. I fly very fast on the hallway. There is a stand and I hit it in enormous speed with my crotch. I fall on the ground. It hurst, but I’m okay. I see a party. There are lots of girls and my friend from elementary school. He has two spanish girl friends. I think I’m loosing lucidity. Two blonde girls came to me and take off her shirt. I touch a boob and wake up.


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