that i was hanging out with paul mccartney in my old garage room at my moms house and we played some songs on some weird instruments. i hate it when i wake up the next morning and remember that i was only dreaming. i also had a dream that the wind scooped my car up off the highway and then fell like a feather; weaving and falling. it felt like it
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