Shortened synopsis:
I dreamt I was living in my old apartment, and for some reason it was 4 stories tall. My friend Brian (he's not a really close friend, we hang out sometimes, he's okay) knocked on my door and asked if he can spend the night at my house, cause he had no where else to stay. I said sure, and set up a bed in my opening hall, of all places.
Then, I go upstairs to the 4th floor, and feel compelled to jump out the window. I jump, and about halfway down, I pull out my cell phone from my pocket, realize it's still plugged into it's charger which is plugged into an outlet in the wall, and I am hanging, with my cell phone in my hand. My cell phone had basically saved me from falling from my death. I then unplug my cell from my charger, and fall to the ground safely.
I then go back upstairs to the top floor, feel compelled to look out the window I had jumped from, and see my see my aforementioned friend Brian on the ground, dead from jumping/falling out the window.
Yeah.
2006-10-12
18:41:53
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Bright Eyes
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