Last night i smoked a cigar with albert to commemorate our time in the the vacation house, which is quickly coming to an end. Then the guersh an i did face masks, making me look like some kind of creepy lagoon creature. i think the tobacco smoke and clay must of activated something because i had some f-ed up dreams. Like a shaman on a vision quest. A fitful night of tossing, turning, and strange dreaming. unfortuately, i have not yet deciphered the meaning of it all. i guess i shouldn't quit my day job, and become a shamanistic dream warrior just yet.
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