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Dreams mean something. They have to mean something, because the thought that the dream
Where you were going to the movies with your sweetie, bought lime green popcorn in a large seashell from a concession stand run by a woman with a thick Bahamian accent, then had to cross over an oriental bridge over a small river in the middle of a conifer forest to get your seats, while guided by an usher with antlers wielding a lightsaber instead of a flashlight, which were behind two people wearing opera-style helmets that also had blinking propellers on top, only to have a pack (or whatever the right collective noun is) of rabid technicolor warthogs burst through the screen as the opening trailer about an orphan girl in a war zone started to play and the ensuing chaos at the theater filled with water
was only your brain's way of saying **TEST PATTERN**
would make most people crazy.
Where you were going to the movies with your sweetie, bought lime green popcorn in a large seashell from a concession stand run by a woman with a thick Bahamian accent, then had to cross over an oriental bridge over a small river in the middle of a conifer forest to get your seats, while guided by an usher with antlers wielding a lightsaber instead of a flashlight, which were behind two people wearing opera-style helmets that also had blinking propellers on top, only to have a pack (or whatever the right collective noun is) of rabid technicolor warthogs burst through the screen as the opening trailer about an orphan girl in a war zone started to play and the ensuing chaos at the theater filled with water
was only your brain's way of saying **TEST PATTERN**
would make most people crazy.
