it's weird how dreams work sometimes (Remove filter)
Cary Grant 2142
had this dream trying not to forget it so i'm writing it down you, me, and malinsky were driving down a country road. it was set up so two sort of realities were running at once. one where allan was driving in his bmw with me in the back and you riding shotgun, and another where we we were all standing in a loft somewhere, allan's foot on a pedal (the machine deadman switch from the wire machine a...
Friday 5th June 2015 6:51 am
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