There's this street in our subdivision called Vicenta. I was walking along this street together with my childhood friend Randelle(a.k.a."Bulik") towards where we lived, just a couple of blocks towards the east. I remember us reminiscing about how he and Galo(another old time friend)used to cut classes, and then we would go and do some junk work. You know, asking for bottles and old newspaper to sell to the junkyard for money.
Well the reminiscing part wasn't exactly the high point in this dream. It was the fact that the the road that we were walking on that was supposed to be flat, was all of a sudden sloping steeply downwards. It was like a street in San Francisco or somethin'. I then realized and said to myself, "Hey! This ain't right!" The dimensions of this dream world are fuckin' distorted!
I was this near to realizing that I was dreaming(the vital step is realization!)when I suddenly woke up. Time for another shitty shift! Fuck!
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