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Sorry for the long post but I felt like writing about what I believe could have been a visit to the underworld. It was a Tuesday night when I had a very vivid dream where I was in
a large underground cave. I entered into it between two high pillars...
I wish I had meaningful, magical dreams. But no, last night I had Yet Another of my extremely common "kissing random boys" dreams. (There were three in this one; one creepily looked like one of the guys from the company that does our student body cards, and another rather resembled
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sajin and was also on ecstasy at the time.) It's depressing, both for the fact of not being able to be attractive in real life, and for being the kind of sad act who tries to make up for it by having these sorts of dreams (the satisfaction obviously goes away as soon as I wake up).Blergh.
