Oh yeah, this morning was strange.
I dreamt that I knew about the end of all creation. It involved a house that was moved (think London Bridge moved) and this strange group of people who I didn’t recognize. One reminded me of someone who looked like Matthew McConahy (however you spell his damn name) and Christian was in it too. For some reason I couldn’t tell him about the end until it was the last day.
Then I woke up, late, for class.
I just hope this isn’t anything like other times I’ve dreamed. They have this wierd Deja-vu way of turning into reality often.











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