wrote this at 5am

i just had what can only be described as a lucid dream. i vaguely remember it, started out in a clerk type store, then i met someone, couldn’t quite remember her name. I said i was from Calameda, she laughed, i laughed, she said she had family there. then she went to a different door threshhold, and i stood in a clerk’s line. i was supposed to purchase something or another, but ended up just oddly enough, scanning the barcode, and taking it with me. then i saw a new looking wallet, which looked like my current wallet. i remembered i was supposed to dump my wallet, so that they do not look for me, the projections that end the dream. i swapped the walletes, and walked out the store, and as i did, i saw people in suits walking toward the store as i walked out. i can only assume they were after me. As i walked past them, i ended up near an slide escalator.i accidently kicke a baby as i went down. i said sorry, the mother was stern and looked at me, the father shrugged it off. then i remember ending up at Daniel Chen’s place, and as i got to his place, someone, not quite sure who,

i bought one single pair of shoe. at the store. for.. something. one single shoe, not pair. along with other stuff. this person, not sure who, dropped off 5 pairs of shoes. Daniel was happy, said even though he was out of the shoe game, it’s nice to have em back. god made him choose to stop. then he asked, are we leaving now? i said i was going to do some work. i pulled out a notebook, and exclaimed, i need a journal, and began to write. i wrote. it was awesome. i could see my words on the paper, i saw the words lucid dream and then my mind began to crunch itself. i said to myself, i need a journal. then reality flooded back, so i tried to stay under as long as i could, then right before i woke, i remembered. I was in my subconciouus, and i tried to say theseven while in dreamstate.

it was sunny. time literally felt like an entire day, but in actuality, it was about 5 hours in ConsistentConstruct. 11pm to 5am. the CAL vampus was prominently portrayed.

Okay, that was amazing, but i’m going back to sleep. GoodNight.

i could open my eyes and see the dream, but i blinked a bit, and opened my eyes, , clamped my eyes shut, slowly opened them back to CC.

The day nbefore the dream was w wweird too. It started out with Steven Munoz, whos aid these words, it’s going to be a weird day. cause i met this guy ffirst day of bcc in the counseling room, i didn’t rmember him at all. i sat down next to him because he looked like tucker. we reemembered out old scores, i remember hes from alameda, wait no , san leandro, and then as i was sitting and chatting, maria comes over. i talked to her for a bit, and blah blah, decide to head over to sasha. after the studying, i also met maria again, sasha and me went to an empty room and sat there till my class started. then i went to anth, saw maria outside. talked to ken. class ended, talked to maria outside, then i went to vending machine, got some chips, then to stats. stats, lauren, heather, cameron, weed guy, ended, saw mark. forgot ken’s number, ken found Me, upstairs one. then said goodbye to shsha, saw ken, went to study lounge to work. eventful, i left my book somewhere, probably with ken right now, then he left, i went upstairs. sasw sompong. saw Jessie. talked, shes in novato, bocapizzaria, pizzeria, then she left, i saw Russel, menlopark, etc. then i went on bart. saw Buddy and Michael Noonan, talked, egypt, noonan got off on macarthur, i leftt at 12th, Buddy going to san leandro bart. i came home, ate, took out garbage, showered, slept, dreamed. great day. GoodNight.


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