May 22nd, 2005


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My dream was about packing. Yes, that's right. Packing.

I was in a dorm room that, luckily, was bigger than the dorm rooms I lived in in college, because I had two roommates. We were packing because school was done and we had to move. Interestingly enough, each of us only had, like, two boxes.

Anyway. Yeah. My dream was packing those boxes. For the whole dream. There was a part where I found a book that wasn't mine, so I tried to give it to the library, but then I found a name written on the cover. It was a friend of mine, so I called him and he came to pick it up and he was a very short demon boy. And then I packed some more.

I hate packing.