mmm… just rolled out of bed. embracing a pillow tightly– a shitty replacement for you. I dreamt i was being chased. I was running away, either with somebody or we had gotten split up. Anyway, i was running and i was being chased by contorting faces but it was not scary. I had a feeling o0f assurance that i could easily outrun them. The environment was a familiar dreamscape – everything felt real but under close examination i was in fact inside a huge soundstage. Every object was a prop and every piece of scenery a set, a facade made of styrofoam and metal girders. Upon climbing a rope to escape my pursuers, I reached the top of a styrofoam rock embankment and leapt to another set where a movie was being filmed in a fake city scene. The building sets were all no more than 8 feet tall and i crawled on my hands and knees, because the director, i thought would be mad if i was to ruin his shot. I next remember driving in a minivan, passengers were you and a figure who felt like my dad but was chinese. Karate Kid Father. I dropped him off at his big pink chinese house and he said something wise to us but i am not sure it was important and i don’t remember now.
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