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I had possibly the best dream last night. It started with an onion that contained a toxin that I was going to isolate and attempt to remove. So I was carrying around this onion with me, and me and some friends ended up meeting paul mccartney at this event. A big crowd swarmed him on uneven ground he fell into me so I helped him up. Then Marysia and Sheri-D got to go into a room for an executive meeting with Paul. Marysia had my bag with the onion and took it with her by accident. A little while later they returned and marysia came running and telling me she was going to love her. Then she pulls out this odd plastic tube with some onion in it, as well as a mounted microscope slide of some onion cells. she proceeded to tell me that Paul had made me a slide and a core sample of my onion for me. I was truly exited and was showing a lot of people. My day had been made, even though looking back, I needed the whole onion to run my tests. But then later my sister and her friend came running, telling me they'd watched this video that George Harrison was in and it was very hot. So I went to watch it, but ended up watching a rehearsal of this poem that George and a few other famous people were doing, near COP. It was a very good poem from my dream perspective. I remember a line from it "we'll kick you out the backyard of life". Then George sat down beside me, he was young, and looked a lot like his son. But we were having a great conversation until I woke up

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pihzaz said…
dont you love remembering dreams!
been havin some crazy ones toooo
March 16, 2012 at 12:47 AM
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