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dream journal
6/16/2025
i'm visiting my family in ohio and on a coffee run. there's a brief encounter with the coffee shop but that's a bit hazy. it's darker outside now, and i'm with a friend, an unidentified male, in front of a gas station. i find a fun-size pack of whoppers on the ground and pick it up. at this moment, [redacted] steps out of the building. i offer the first whopper to my friend, while noticing that the wrapper has been slightly pushed open. [redacted] comes closer and i offer them the second whopper, saying to them, "here, [redacted], you can have the last one. i'm your ally." (as i'm writing this, i realize that there are actually three whoppers in a pack, not two, and i wonder if that has any significance) we follow them back to a small camper that was parked along with some of their friends, waiting for their return. we get along and talk a little shit. they like me.