I took a nap after I finished my final today. Here's my dream:
Justin (Allen Hall Justin, not NVHS Justin) asked if I wanted to go to a Badly Drawn Boy concert with him. I accepted. Christopher Walken drove the bus that took us to the venue. When we got there, Justin started crying, but he wouldn't say why. And then he took off his shoes and socks and was putting his bare feet all over my face. His feet smelled bad. He was still crying. We never saw the show.

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