Last night I went to bed with a little bit of a headache. As a result, I dreamed that Meg had "tricked" me into ingesting a couple hits of LSD. I was tripping and it started getting worse and worse and I wasn't sure what was going on until I finally figured out what had happened and I got mad at Meg and told her she shouldn't have made me take it because I don't like drugs and all I wanted to do was stop feeling like the world was spinning around me.
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A few nights ago I dreamed about John again. This is the third time he has been in my dreams in the last six months. He always appears as some sort of supportive, older brother type; and in reality, I always respected and thought highly of him (even, I'm willing to admit now, put him on a bit of a pedestal, which I'm sure he didn't appreciate at all), so it seems only natural that my "dream advisor" role is filled by him.
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