I'm beginning to hate sleep. I sleep less and less now. I remember my dreams better when I sleep less. I keep having dreams, and they get weirder and weirder every night. It's all intermingled with things I have read or watched. My dreams are actually quite entertaining. I remember I was a guy in my dream last night. It was during the Medieval Times. I remember the torture chamber. I was like getting a briefing of the history of torture used in Medieval Times and then I was there about to experience it. Oh yes, there were flying cars with parachutes. I was flying with someone, but he ended up dying cause his parachute didn't work. We landed in a tropical forest. There was a little poodle chasing me and forcing me to the direction of the "castle." It was all very strange. Fuck. My parents are awake. I need to get some cigarettes.

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