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12-08-2010, 11:07 AM
I've had one Lucid Dream where I had to fill in a form so I could have sex with a hot black girl. I knew I was dreaming so I rushed through the form, went down on her and then woke up.
I love dreaming. Glass of milk before bed and I always have some trippy dream. I only remember bits of my dreams never the whole lot.
We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.
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