It was the back of the school. Tim's school. There were news crews. I may have been playing bass or doing something musical. Tim was there. i remember other boys. I don't know what they were doing but it wasn't good. I was with tim. Distance races. Water polo. I wish it made sense.
i remember a dream about a wash. that was full of garbage and moss and the power plant and parallel universes and magic and love and loss and death and art allll in one. And my world. Shared with your world. But only only only in my head
that
had nothing to do with dream one.
not even in proximity
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