I was thinking she just fell over and ain't moving or breathing crap I gotta call 9-1-1 and I leapt over to her and got down in her face to see if she actually was breathing or not..

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she cracks a half smirk and giggles... I was relieved but furious... and dammit I'm still mad at the dream her for pulling that BS...

crappy fricking dream man.. .y'all ever dreamt this kinda stuff before?

then a few nights ago I dreamt that I was trying to play it, using her exact words talking myself through it. If I'd had time in the morning I would have tried playing it to see whether dream practicing is effective for memorization.

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All meetings end in separation
All acquisition ends in dispersion
All life ends in death
- The Buddha

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Every hundred years, all new people

how did that happen? just wake up one morning like "I wanna learn to play the harp?"

*Jews you*

"this is okp tho, reading is completely optional" (c) desus

Proceed with caution. I am overtly racist.

<-- In Pigpen we trust

wrassle the sucker from here for a while myself cause I am mad jealous

i was being straddled by a thick white girl, and the group of us were in a room that looked like a small store front in a mall. it wasnt a mall specifically, but set up like that, with a room and a space in front that people walked by, a greater space full of other things beyond that. then my mom walked by and put her hands over her face and ran off like reverand lovejoys wife. then after that? something? and i was walking around a place more underground lairy, with a rocky looking wall and some light blue doors cut into the rock. this girl and i were walking around and we go past this thing that looks like the wall of a morgue, with dead people cabinets in it. she pulls one out and theres another girl in there, and she says 'ah! she's dead!' and freaks out and runs away. i look into the dead person cubby hole and i say, 'hey, shes not dead, i mean shes fucked up, she aint great, but shes not dead!' and i run around trying to warn people. i open up one of those light blue doors and on the other side are a set of stairs that are dark and that i cant see the top of. i yell up there, and a mans voice yells back down, telling me to leave them alone. i get scared cause they dont sound scared that there are fucked up girls in boxes in the walls. like the shit was supposed to be like that. i began to feel like a piece of food that was being played with. they lured me in with the thick white girl. the cruel genius of it all! and they were gonna fuck me up too. i end up in a room that had the look of being lit by natural daylight through a frosted glass. but it could have been flourescent lighting. it was the only well it room i had been in during the entire dream. and the girl from earlier, that freaked out when she found the girl in the box in the wall, she has taken on this snarling, zombie-ish look, and she begins to come toward me. i found a hatchet and i chopped the shit out of her back. i buried the hatchet. in her back. i left that room, then i ran around the place, trying to find a way out, then i woke up and took a piss.