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Hi guys! I had a dream last nite and in my dream I won a trip to Hawaii for the whole winter! Then I won a trip to Alaska for the whole summer! I didn't want to wake up!
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Oh yeah and before I left Hawaii they gave me a puppy!
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Fast forward to the part where the puppy gave birth to 4" tall bears with drills that drilled holes in all your joints while you were sleeping, then when you woke up (dream within a dream type of thing) your joints crumbled one by one and you were left crying on your bathmat in front of your toilet.
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so teh dream was about winning teh trip, and not about actually be on teh trip
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i love when that happens. thats when you know you're in a deep sleep
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Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnaval balloon Like a carousell that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on it's face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of it's own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on it's face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle your head Why did summer go so quickly Was it something that I said Lovers walking allong the shore, Leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of this song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circle that you find In the windmills of your mind Pictures hanging in a hallway And the fragment of this song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind
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Good point.. what a crappy dream.
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