I keep having dreams about acquiring copious amounts of monkees shit and then being forced to wake up in a world where what I dreamt doesn't actually exist. this followed a scene where my school had finished a production of a play/musical that was a whodunit type deal that took place in cabin, and I had found out that the next production would be the dreams in the witch house rock opera, and was both very excited and very dismayed because I knew I would be slated for keziah and not walter or elwood because of my vocal range
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