I had a bad dream. Mara and Max and Isaac & his brother Ben were all my friends again, and it just seemed a little odd. So Mara is driving someplace, and I'm shotgun. I mention my concern to her, that it seems like it might be too good to be true, and she obligingly disapears from the drivers seat. I was a little upset and angry. I flung the car doors open, and switched seats so I could drive for a bit. Drove erratically, braked and accelerated whenever, and was hoping to mow down some pedestrians or crash into something. Some male voice started telling me the quirks of the car, namely that it doesn't go uphill very well. I got bored of that, and I couldn't seem to get into any major crashes, so I decided to wake up. I sang "back to life, back to reality" 3 times with my arms outstretched (still hoping to crash I guess), and switched scenes. A bulldog like monster was staring at me, and then lunged, and I switched again. I stared at an unrecognizable pattern for a while, eventually realizing it was the inside of my comforter. I layed there for a while, wishing I could sing the song again to get back to the "real" reality, because this one sux. Then my sister came to tell me to take the trash down to the street, it's wednesday. I guess "back to life, back to reality" is my version of "there's no place like home"... I just wish I knew all the words. Some girl at the church sang it recently after an energy healing session, and I asked who sings it. She told me, and I promptly forgot.
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