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Place withheld · 2010-07-30 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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The first part of my dream was me getting a phone call from my friend telling me she had the house to her self nd i should bring some weed and com over. I said okay and left my house to go meet my dealer. I brought a book with me called the fourth kind, real book, and told my mom i had to take this overdue book back. When i left the house it immediatley started to rain, so i took of my shirt so i could shelter the book from getting wet. as i kept walking towards down my rainy street, i reached the series of apartment where my dealer hangs by, i waited around untill they finally came out and brought me my weed. They did not ask why i had no shirt. after i got what i needed i decided the library was not to far so i would walk there to. In the dream i thought it was about 8 o clock, i did not expect lots of people to be there. As i saw the library in the distance, i noticed i no longer was wearing anything except for a back pack. I asked my self wat has happend to <PERSON> my clothes. I was nearing the library and noticed there was a shit load of cops there along with many other people, one of the liibrarians must have snapped or somthing. when i got on the premicise of the library a lady cop ran towards me and said freeze, she frisked me even though i was not wearing clothes which was teh least bit akward, and then removed my back pack. She rummuged through throwing my book in the gutter, upon where i said "youl have to pay for that book" and then pulled out my pipe and the weed i just purchased. She said aha, go home kid this is all mine now. I went home but naked wondering wat my neighbors would think. (i wake up mad my pipes gone )

 

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