I had a dream about my dream girl again. We started off in New York where we went through a subway that had been made into a road block type area in the bad part of town where they searched everyone for drugs. A black dude tried to sneak a joint into my pocket while the cops weren't looking and when they found it, I freaked out and told them it wasn't mine, which they believed. Me and this girl had a pow-wow with all of the roadblock people afterwards where, ironically, we all did tons of different drugs.
Later, we were back home and I visited her house. Met her mom, and brother. Next we were at the fair, constantly holding hands walking around with our friends and her brother. Everyone was buying food, but my constant staring at this angelic creature gave me no appetite, and hindered most of my thought processes to the point of childlike innocence.
I awoke with a pain in my chest which I clutched. The only thing I could feel was the irregular beating of my own heart. Another day... another pain to deal with.
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