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January 26, 2008

Last night was the first night in a long time that I can actually recall some of my dreams.

Let’s see . . . one dream involved my father spilling fresh vegetables next to the condoms in the freezer and another included a trip to a waste treatment plant where two of my friends and I went on a ride that involved raw sewage. And those were the normal ones.

I think I preferred it when I didn’t remember my dreams.

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