I smoothly slide the
zipper of the bar and am about to end my little vacuum frenzy, I woke up before then. I was a very angry woman. She's speaking
German (I am beginning to learn German this semester), and I hit the B and mention the password; that was the sign to the car. Back at the end which was the password. I was at school at
Macalester College in Minnesota, rather than Mexico. So anyways, I go up the street at the end of the crazy house and eventually the actress and my mom is furious with me. I'm like,
wtf, this has to be wounded in order to make sure I was nervous about that. Plus, I didn't know where the car and finish this on my shoes, so I could take it. (I do not have a car.) I hopped in, but a railway. I had another about salting a
coke machine which I haven't seen him in many tongues, something which I tend to suck. Not noticing it until a few hours. Then I thought, "This is too real."
We came upon a clearing, where the hillside was covered with redwoods; it's pretty nice. Anyway, there I am in a group of people to study the effects of dreams on the unconcious mind. I was freaked. I asked "what kind of woman would be with a white suburban, the police are handling everything, and I'm standing against the wall listening to the homeless." Everything is a maze now and shouldn't be singing in here, but then one of the new penis is attached and the trails are absolutely littered with ethernet cables. Under the dirt, on the unconcious mind. I was dumb and yes, it did totally destroy the machine. This dream also startled me awake because the noise was so real. Salting coke machines is also very noisy. The machine goes crazy and empties itself out in a rush. I don't have my homework done. I need to be out of the stage. Johnny Greenwood gives me the details on the lips. Then she goes so far as to bend down and "accidently" touch her forehead against my crotch.
We float in the dive bar when the dream long enough to get very friendly. She whispers something in my unconscious mind carried this over into the street just to be somewhere now but still playing games. We were wearing really nifty suites that were biomechanical and had lots of big guns, but no vaccuum cleaners. The bartender looks familiar, but I was dumb and yes, it did totally destroy the machine. This dream also startled me awake because the noise was so excited! I was mad at Victoria. In the underground museum we walked around until we'd seen everything, then went back to the car. Back at the party sucks and they insist I replace the frisbee and walk towards the group leader taking notes above me on the hill, then I realize that really I should be going in the dive bar when the snide suspicious woman tells me that the other girls if they were kicking our asses. We ended up retreating out side to two dirt paths and continued to kick butt until all of this begins to get very friendly. She whispers something in my mind registers the female voice. Authoritative, yet giving, it is stuck to the top of an old gray van, trying to get very friendly. She whispers something in my ear then kisses me on the ground, two feet from my partially crushed pack. (I don't smoke - perhaps a thousand feet in all directions. I am pissed off that it's in my ear. )"Your love is waiting for my fate, though. I asked what kind of woman would be a suburb of... I don't remember. Probably zombies involved. In the dream, I'm walking with Chris. We're dressed in full ninja regalia and we're trying to get back on to our kids..' He gives me a drink. Then, suddenly, I'm in Australia, as I wrap my arms around her, kissing her neck. We hug and kiss in the day before this dream.
This has been an E2 Jung-Markov Collective DreamTM.
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