A scan from my journal.
Quoted Text: “Playing football. Someone stops to check the plays. As that happens, a helicopter comes over the ridge line and fires several missiles at the field, killing many. We make some pits and fill them with rats. After that, a group of us decide to run off to safety at a cabin. I sleep, wake up, and try to write down in my dream journal, but it’s someone else’s journal. I go to the bathroom, and the toilet is surrounded by 4 doors, anyone can walk in. I go outside where I meet my friend Ryan and he points out a baggie of marijuana. I leave and meet up Angelo and Celine. We drive off on the Chandler bike path, Celine is laying on me. I look out the window and see Ryan on the other side, driving his BMW with Raybans. He sees Celine on me and gives me a thumbs up.”