I'm going to start to write my dreams down when I wake up, then post them here. This is my second attempt.
ONE
I'm walking across one of those fenced in overpasses.
TWO
I'm seated in a classroom behind a desk that opens up so that you can store stuff inside. A hand is holding up "pretty" food in a single serving tupperware container.
THREE
Water is dripping onto a blue plate.
FOUR
There is a long strand of "purity" that grows every time the word "purity" is spoken.
-Jay Unidos
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