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Dream: Breakfast Directions

Hanging with faceless nameless dream friends. One of them wants to get a simple breakfast and asks where is the nearest 7-Eleven. I tell them on 2nd St. One of the friends thinks it’s somewhere else. Another friend pulls out their phone and proves us both wrong.

(It was on 4th.) We both give a “whatever.”

And that’s it. All my dreams can’t be weird ass trippy rollercoasters. (And I’d rather they not be.)

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