I was at home rushing out of the house. Next to my normal laptop was an Apple Mac I had never used.
I discovered that it worked with the same plug as my normal laptop.
I told my mother and she didn't seem too happy about it.
Then I was being driven in the car by my mother with my brother to go see an "amazing" tree that had formed in the graveyard by incredibly heavy rains the previous night. It was night-time and I remember looking up at the sky which was a lot like the background of this webpage, and singing, "I go driving by the graveyard at night".
Then it flicked to a red sunset-lit 5 o'clock evening and I saw two girls on metal swings standing and swinging back and forth over gray gravel.
Then we were denied access from the graveyard til the next day so my brother and I set off in the sunlight from a strange cottage to the graveyard. I remember walking with him to it, but never actually seeing any tree.
All of a sudden I was back in the cottage and a girl *A* asked me what I thought of a boy *M* 's haircut and head-shape. I told her his skull was very flat at the back and she said she thought it was perfect.
Then I woke up.
I discovered that it worked with the same plug as my normal laptop.
I told my mother and she didn't seem too happy about it.
Then I was being driven in the car by my mother with my brother to go see an "amazing" tree that had formed in the graveyard by incredibly heavy rains the previous night. It was night-time and I remember looking up at the sky which was a lot like the background of this webpage, and singing, "I go driving by the graveyard at night".
Then it flicked to a red sunset-lit 5 o'clock evening and I saw two girls on metal swings standing and swinging back and forth over gray gravel.
Then we were denied access from the graveyard til the next day so my brother and I set off in the sunlight from a strange cottage to the graveyard. I remember walking with him to it, but never actually seeing any tree.
All of a sudden I was back in the cottage and a girl *A* asked me what I thought of a boy *M* 's haircut and head-shape. I told her his skull was very flat at the back and she said she thought it was perfect.
Then I woke up.
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