Riding up a hill on a tricycle while being chased by a witch on a flying broom stick. It was quite heart pounding to be honest, I couldn't get away far enough, she was constantly on my tail and then I just woke up because I freaked the **** out. However these days my dreams are generally what I want them to be, I am a master of lucid dreaming, it's kind of like an alternate fantasy life for me. It's wonderful and coherent.
So the other night I dreamt my mom was the black power ranger. . .
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