0638, I awoke and barely remember the following dream of hanging out with white boy in his house. I was talking took much in one room immediately to the right of the front door. And then we moved to another room which was immediately to the left of the front of the door.
Here we looked into a refrigerator. There were at least three wine bottles lined up along a slide -out rack. He took one can of beer.
And then he sat down on a dark -colored sofa and drank his can of beer. I kept talking you much.
I was a temp person. Yeah, so I stood to his right while he wrote a note on a piece of white paper to my two agency. His handwriting looks like Dad’s!
I saw him write down the number of $100. I told him my philosophy of not being comfortable taking money that I didn’t work for.
Then I woke up when I heard Mom’s voice.
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