dreams I had last night were:
A job in a normal pub where I was phychic and there was room that was very upsetting to be in, although I was aware that I'm not normally phychic and there must be strong forces at play for me to feel anything.
Attending some kind of out-door event where I was trying to avoid Mark. My brother and cousin were there and I wondered if I might get a joint off of one of them, but when I saw Steven Sepultura were about to start a set so I didn't go for a smoke. I went to watch Sep, they were playing at ground level with only about 15-20 people watching that stood right around the band rather than in a crowd at the front of them. I knew that the circle was split into arseholes on the other side and decent moshers on my side, there was also a small campfire a little to my left that was keeping my legs warm. It seemed to be a cool day. They started playing a song that wasn't really but in my dream was "jumpdafuckup" and as it escallated the dancing of the people around me and myself became lively and more coriographed untill we were all jerking around uniformly building up to the mosh explosion. I was really excited and could hardly wait for the corus to kick in it kept building and building, then I woke up.
I also remember meeting Prince Harry making conversation with him and thinking, well it's a good job I'm not stoned!
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