January 2010
13 posts
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A dream that I remembered from last night
We were on our way to swim camp for one week, located at a gigantic lake in the middle of Indiana. An older balding man was driving the car. It was an old, small, two door, Mercedes. I was in the passenger seat, my friend Sarah, and one unknown man were riding in the backseat. Fast forward. We were approaching the lake, a fork in the road — the road was situated right on the edge of the...
