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Wednesday, February 11, 2004
There were too many details in my latest dream. I think I was in Africa or Haiti. With my mom or, perhaps it was Aunt Jemima, I swam far into the ocean. We could not see the shore anymore. We got onto a passing boat.
When we were back on shore, we were listening to a speech. There was a little girl and a little boy beside me. The little girl - pervert! - pinched the boy's bum and laughed. Then the little boy laughed. I didn't know whether to laugh along. So I woke up.
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