Jeff and I were discussing dreams and how they tap into what is fantastical and wonderfully imaginative in our minds. Then we tried to figure out how twisted/off the rocker someone would have to be to dream completely normal images. I mean, how weird would it ones reality have to be that his fantasy world would make sense? No mysterious ninjas, no buildings that don't really exist, no superpowers, no weirdly disjunct plot lines? I shudder, and offer one of the dreams that creeped me out the most, and you'd be surprised at how:
It was the fall of 2005, around the time of Katrina (and I was in the South--Nashville--at school). Well, the gas prices at this particular station were astronomical, about $5.25 if my memory serves me correctly. Here's the kicker, I dreamed the gas prices in military time.
If you don't get it, let me know and I'll post an explanation. Have an awesome day folks.
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