A few days ago I dreamt that an old friend, who was then a real shit to me at school, was a pop star with a heroin past (he does have a heroin past) and I bumped into him and he asked me to get him a drink. For some reason I did and didn't mention any of the terrible things he did to me, but after it was over I tried to get back to the beginning of the dream so I could tell him what I thought of him but I woke up and I was annoyed that I had no backbone (not literally).
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