Friday, 1 June 2012
So last night I dreamt about dealing drugs. Not something I dream about frequently, just rarely. And all in a shopping centre, making it more weird. That would be the stupidest place to deal drugs. Anyway, I remember walking in some random shopping centre. And I walked straight up to a woman sitting on a bench, I didn't know her. But she took a great liking to me, to weird, so I gave her a note and ran straight off. Then she kept following me, I got really freaked out. Then after that I can't remember. That teaches me to write them down. I never found my dream pad, I must find it at some point. I said I would, but that's just typical of me that.