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   Monday, October 13, 2008

After the last entry I watched last week's "Desperate Housewives", then I tried to read 'Wicked' but fell asleep. I had random wacky dreams. I woke up several times. My last dream really freaked me out. In this dream I was still living with my parents, and this old friend of mine (who's name I can't recall, but she's pretty, with coffee colored skin, and she's a lesbian) was staying with us and was coked out of her mind. She left in a car to get her film developed (which included pictures of me). I wanted to call the police, but everyone objected, saying she was fine. But she was NOT fine. I secretly called the police. When the girl returned home, she was no longer the friend I remembered, but was my little sister Jamie. She was still only a toddler, but she was very smart, and also doing cocain. I was really frightened for her, and no one was taking care of her; she was doing it all on her own, but what if something happened to her? I confronted her and held her and told her I'd called the police for her own good, and she cried and wailed, which was just terrible. I cried and my mother yelled at me, but she so obviously didn't care what was happening. They were all drugged out of their minds. It was terrifying.

   posted by Bald Jason at 07:32 AM
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