I had an incredible dream. The first one had me wake up wanting to be carried, though I'm eating a lot and trying to get really big. I'll tell you why I wanted to be fondled by someone. I was like tired because I have't been to the grocery store in awhile. I had a somewhat heavy but not very big backpack on. I heard some people. I was upstairs, actually a lot like my house in Slidell. I got in the closet which was small, trying to get up a the top but was stuck in between the walls. They came in and shot a gun at me. I felt some sensation but nothing really, kinda like at my shoulder. I breathed a little loudly when they left, and they came back and shot me again, supposedly hitting me this time, on my shoulder. So, I woke up thinking I was just killed. These guys were srcrawny but supple with thin heads, 2 or 3. I guess I just felt icky, too, from not having the right food and just feeling so deadbeat.
My 2nd dream was neat. It was like a camp. I remember there was a big tank of water. There was a weird, simple plant sticking out of the water. My mom and brother were looking at it. I put my hands in the water. We were looking for maybe 5 minutes. I was wondering if there were crocodillians. There was one time I thought we were all underwater. I guess not. I went out to get a snack. There were several beer machines, with like letters for logos. There was a snack machine, a soda machine with a square button pad, and then this thing where you could pick out the stuff yourself, with a pocket of dollar bills.
I guess I like the independence I felt.
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