My Brain: Epitome of Weird

I dreamed some craziness. And then I dream more craziness. But the final part of the dream included me being with a group of friends. We were at a store where you could sign up to go in this chamber and go back in time. Redo things. I paid for it. And for some reason there was soap right beside the station for paying for the chamber. A friend was freaking out and I was calm. Because I actually knew that the chambers were death chambers. I was yelling at the friend, telling her everything I had to gain by going into that chamber. I then woke up.

In short, brains are weird.

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