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"You have to believe in a dream if you wanna have one in the first place. If you don’t believe, even the dreams that can come true, won’t."

Haruhi Suzumiya

dream I had last night

I was in Italy for some reason and I was on the phone with my best friend Dustin, and we were talking, but then he had to go because he was shipping off to South Carolina to do his basic training, so we hung up. Then suddenly, as soon as we hung up, there was giant bombs dropped around, but I didn’t get hit, there was like, falling rubble and the thing I was standing on was crumbling. I was freaking out and I wanted to call Dustin back and tell him what just happened, but I didn’t want to distract him, or something? I don’t know, but I wound up calling my friend Alex, and his Asian girlfriend answered the phone, and she had a really heavy Asian accent for some reason, even though she really doesn’t, and I was like, “can I talk to Peter?” (because for some reason I used his real name instead of his middle name, Alex, which is what I usually call him), and she was like “ohh, yaa, peetaa!” and he answered and I told him what just happened. The next thing I remember in the dream he came down above me in like, a plane of some kind and I noticed his Asian was in a shiny black cat suit. Then I was saved, and then we were all in a room with Dustin and he was lying on a bed and I went to see him and then the dream gets fuzzy. I think I might have sat on the bed or something… maybe I sat on Dustin, I kind of recall something like that I think.