I dreamt that I was in a war with all its dirt and grittiness. Me, Adam Baldwin-liked dude and a couple others were fighting each other. I got stabbed below the spine by an asshole and I shot him with a Glock 17 that I had on me. Adam Baldwin had his face all messed up due to a grisly fight with another man. I think he was hit in the face with a blunt object. That might explained the deformed bloody face he had.
As we walked out of the building with the other soldiers outside rushing in to clear the mess inside, we took our sweet mechanic rides and drove into the mountains, avoiding the spikes on the ground AKA Need For Speed: Most Wanted.
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Just hours ago, I replied a friend's SMSs, 2 days late. I didn't felt like replying to him that time.
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