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had horrible sleep last night
I was like "metadreaming" the entire time
like EVERY dream was about me dreaming and all these voices like constant yapping I cant even describe
I was waking up worried about whatever was happening in the dream but it wasn'rt real but I was dreaming about a dream that was
felt like I was going insane but I wanted to go back to sleep
Ive forgotton too much to explain any better but it was harrowing 
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lay off the booze man
Want me to spoon you tonight?
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what a nasty
fellow. pls mlady 
let me have a crumb (bussy)
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Fever dreams are quite something. It feels wrong, but the part of your brain that can act on that feeling isn't quite working. It is interesting to think about how fragile our perception of reality really is.
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You might have the flu
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hmm I dont feel sick
but my shits have been pretty vantablack dark lately and I'm weirded out by that
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Probably butt cancer. You might have a tumor.
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i'll try uh.. probiotic yoghurt first
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Last night, I dreamt that I was attending a baseball game, and the batter was running out onto the field and suddenly headbutted a concrete wall, knocking himself out.
I began calling for a medic who arrived and asked my help in carrying him to a doctor. So we did, but during the trip, the batter transformed into a dog, and the doctor into a vet.
So the vet puts a neck brace on the dog and says "that's pretty expensive, $900 please".
I find a knife to remove the price tag but the blade is all floppy like rubber. I grab the blade to throw it away but it cuts my hand open. There is no blood, but the flesh on my hand is falling off the bone. I'm panicking asking for help to go to the hospital, but there is suddenly no one around.
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