Resurrecting an old-ass thread, I guess.
I had a dream. I was on vacation in Romania. I was hanging out in a restaurant where they were serving moose pudding. Moose pudding, apparently, is when a moose gets trapped shoulder-deep in mud and the people keep it alive while they scoop little scoops of mud out from around the moose, along with little pieces of moose flesh, but not enough to kill it. It was actually really good. For some reason, I was running into random friends of mine from home. One in particular brought up a pact we had made a month prior. "No matter what. In a month, we'll be in Romania." And there we were. We high-fived.
I woke up at 6 A.M. and called my boss. I guess he's still dodging me. I went back to sleep.
This dream was right at home. Some rich guy gave me his car. It was pretty bad ass. Although, for some reason everybody was driving like absolute shit, and kept running into the car. So I dipped out of downtown and went home. Home turned out to be the house I was living in three years ago with my brother that burned down on his birthday (real life). I was going in the back door, and I looked around. There was a flower pot filled with thriving vegetable plants, and the yard was green and trimmed. At that point I knew it was a dream. I told myself that it wasn't real, that the house wasn't even there anymore, and when I opened my eyes, I would see my bedroom. I didn't want to wake up. I kept my eyes closed for awhile after I woke up.
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