Had a really really messed up dream, I actually woke up, thought about it, went downstairs to talk to mom about it, then I cried.
Mom thought from what I said was just a mirror image of my life with my hidden subconscious feelings. Which I can completely see the resemblance as well.
It's time for me to be resurrected. Hope the dream will not be forgotten so easily.
Havn't really slept for like five days, crazy work shifts, and party hardy all together. time for a good rest and lay low for a little bit now...
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