this wasn't a dream so much as me going through my memories. I was laying in bed, sorting through my matrix of memories. I found myself in the area where I store the memories of my ipod's email. there where 3 memories sorted in "actually happened" (for lack of a better way to describe it) that I know for a fact didn't actually happen, or are impossible. One of them was a message when I opened the email, it popped up and said, "Email cannot be opened" another one, when opened covered my ipod in blood splatter. the third memory was a bit more disturbing to me, It appeared to be a message from my subconscious, I didn't even have to open it, the mail description said, "You are engrossed with yourself" I'm not sure if it read engrossed, or obsessed though.
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