German Paper

Last night, I had a whole wack of strange dreams.  I remember fragments.

I was in a Church with Dad and my second youngest brother.  After the service, he was looking to donate.  During cleanup, we were seperated, and he left without us while we waited for him inside the door.  I found him at home.

Then, I was writing a college paper at a table outside the house.  A storm was coming.  As I continued to write, it began to rain.  I rushed to gather up the papers and books as they started getting wet from the rain, and headed inside.

At o e point, I had speaking broken German to a strange woman.  It was quite the REM trip.

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