My dreams are always fucked up.

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One dream I had, I was the owner of a Scottish parrot. That sang opera. And when not singing opera, had a really high and annoying squeaky voice. Anyway, he lived in a tree-house with all his siblings and his mother. All the siblings left to find their fortunes, so he left as well. And we went to America. Now this parrots mother collected china dolls. So wherever he went, he magically found a china doll vending machine. And so he bought a china doll, and posted it to his dear old mother in Scotland. By the end of the dream, the parrot was working with DIsney, singing for a new age of 2D films. There was one really vivid scene. We were standing on one side of a street, and we wanted to cross over the road. Now each direction of the road had 64 lanes, slpit into 4's with a little traffic island separating each set of four. In the middle of the two directions was one set of traffic-lights. And the lights were coloured Purple, and Orange. Below the lights was a sign: Purple means it is safe to cross. Orange means you cross at the risk of the local traffic warden. So we set off over the 128 lanes. 'Bout an hour later, we came to the other side of the road, and realised we needed to be back on the side we started on.

ANother dream I have had, this one recurrs every so often, is that there is a chest in the middle of a floor, with a bunch of keys next to it. There are a lot of keys. And I see the chest (it is very decorated --> looks as if it contains riches) and try and open it. The dream always ends when I open the chest and see a scrap of paper saying: SUCKER!

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In quite a few dreams I can fly, if that counts as recurring. And I keep on having a dream about this girl I like.

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You know my name, Lenny.