More poor sleep and crazy dreams. One morning, I dreamt I was at the dentist (played by an American from an online community, not a dentist and not in Freising) and he checked my toothbrush for cocaine, which he found. Then a man I haven’t seen or spoken with in twenty years drove up in a yellow Indy car and threatened to kill himself by stabbing a kitchen knife in his own neck.
I need to start writing these all down.

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