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(00/00/0001) - Before bed, I watched videos of cartoon critisisms. Aparently this year, the famous comedy song writer Wacky Jeff cameoed in a lot of them. I fell asleep right after watching the video, so Wacky Jeff cameoed in my dream! He was giving me a personal concert in a stadium made of flan, and asked for song requests.
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(00/00/0000) - The field of strawberries smelled like fried up grease, it felt really heavy in my lungs, like it was dirtying my guts. The air felt warm, and the sky was clear, I remember that very vividly. I took a bite out of the strawberry, the insides were stringy like that of cooked chicken. When I woke up, I asked Ev if she could take me to that fried chicken place I like.
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(dream in progress)
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