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Dreaming with Dogs
This morning, I dreamt that I was driving a beige Carmengia around Ireland at night, searching for the coast. I'd just reached the twilit sea when my bed-hog-of-a-dog, Dotty, donkey kicked me in the jugular. Stupid Dotty...
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I had a dream that a young redheaded punk stole my sweater and that I had to sit on his chest while his fat friend called his parents. Dotty did not interrupt that dream ;)
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