Once again, my dream took place at Brian's lovely house. We were all leaving--me, Kurtis, Sydney. Kurtis got into his car and showed us the inside of his car door. There was a really large word printed on the inside of the door. The word was "cucumberceree" or something like that. A total nonsense word now that I've woken up, but in my dream it was supposed to mean squash in French. Yeah...not even close.
So after that, Kurtis left, and for some reason my car wasn't there, but my mom's car was so I figured I had to drive my mom's car home. Sydney's mom and I both started backing out of the driveway at the same time and somehow scraped each other's cars. And then when I got home, I remember I was really sad because I told my mom that all my friends who don't live in San Diego anymore never made any efforts to hangout with me whenever they came back into town. Except for Eddie and Owen. And then I woke up and my right hand was completely numb from resting on top of the covers for a long while.
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