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I discussed the band Tool with a plumber. He later broke out a guitar and we started jamming. WHYYY CAN'T WE NOT BE SOBER.
When I got out I was inside this shrink's room and he was like "So, you think you have super powers?" And I was like "Yes I do." and he was like "Ha. Sure you do", then I lifted a table above my head with one of my hands and he was like "Right you DO have superpowers" and then I think I woke up.
God, that's happened to me more than a few times.It's terribly sad, too.
My dreams are marvelous wonderlands of tragic art. The music is unrivaled and omnipresent, and the people bend to my will. I hold power over everything (as it should be in any dream), but I'm still heavily influenced by the actions of those in my world.Too bad I can't remember a single specific detail about any of these dreams... I would be a millionaire. Selling these things in a tangible form would make me more than famous.