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Monday, February 21, 2005

Where I crushed the fly 
I only remember a little bit of this dream... at one point there was a fly on my leg, and I kept touching the fly with this tiny bicycle wheel. Every time I did, it would make this horrified buzzing sound that scared me. And then I crushed it with the bicycle wheel and it like... splatted everywhere. It grossed me out and woke me up.

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