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LTK:
I remember a bit about being thrown in jail and getting involved in a big fight between the inmates. All because God had it in for me.

Welu:
Woke up during the night and heard a couple funny noises last night. Stayed up for ages just listening. Eventually fell asleep and dreamed about people breaking into the house. Woke up again, heard different but weird noises but checked time. Was just after 8am so it was neighbours waking up and going to work. Wanted to get a little more sleep, convinced myself no smart thief would break into a house at 8am, slept.

pwhodges:
Last night in my dream I designed a Leica camera that could be switched between film and sensor between shots; it was rather clunky, but not an impossible design, I think.

lepetitfromage:
Really bizarre dream last night but I only remember parts of it....

In one part, Nick and I got a second cat. Fuzz got along with it but I was in a constant state of panic because I was convinced that they would start attacking each other (like Fuzz tried with the last cat we brought home in real life and had to get rid of). Dream Nick didn't remember the real life incident and I did so I kept getting angry at him for telling me I had nothing to worry about.

Then, we're sitting at a party with a group of family, friends and friends' families. We all had big bags full of stuff from an "antique store" but all the bags were filled with weird little mismatched things that weren't of any particular use. Then someone dies in the house that we're at and everyone seems fairly calm about it. I'm the only one that is freaked out because HELLO SOMEONE JUST DIED RIGHT OVER THERE. My parents go to the place in the house that the person died to pay their respects and the dead person is gone. Again, no one thinks this is odd but me. We leave and I then realize that I left my bag inside the house. I really don't want to go back but everyone I'm with tells me that I shouldn't leave such valuable things there, so I return to get them and then wake up.

Patrick:
I woke up bawling because I had a dream where my drummer Paul had died and I was at his funeral.

When I woke up from it this morning I texted my other bandie Matt and asked him if Paul was okay. He was confused and I told him about my dream and he was like "...holy shit, dude, damn, that's heavy"

Fuck, I hate how I only ever remember my dreams twice a year, why did this have to be one?

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