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3/23/2003 – Robert Oh, you gotta love these kinds of dreams. I was on a date with some very nice girl, traveling
around a city. It seemed like
an older, more-hilly version of Salt Lake.
No matter where we went, we had to travel uphill. We had stopped by some restaurant and had a meal
together. This was after
going someplace else that I can no longer recall.
After finishing dinner, I went into the restroom.
After I went back to my table, the girl was no longer there.
I became agitated and stormed outside. My best friend then pulled up in his car (not my best
friend in real life) and got out. I
asked him something like “what the hell just happened?”
He responded by saying “Sorry man, you’re just not exciting or
attractive enough for her.” “What? I
was going to take her to a club, we were going to have a great time.” “Nope, sorry man, she’s just not for you…” Shattered, I just started wondering around the cold,
rainy city until I woke up. You just have to love these kinds of dreams.
There’s probably a lot of truth in this, and that depresses the
hell out of me. |