In this dream, I had finally quit my job. It was my last day, and I had to pack up, but so much fantastic food had accumulated on my desk.
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In this dream, I had finally quit my job. It was my last day, and I had to pack up, but so much fantastic food had accumulated on my desk.
Continue readingIn this dream, there were these massive plastic tubes that lined the grounds in numerous rows. (source: Daniel Burka | Some rights reserved) I opened one of these tubes up
Continue readingI was on the outdoor patio of a coffee shop when a pit bull trotted confidently past my table. The dog was not on a leash. I think I assumed
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