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This is weird. I had a dream i was on myspace. Some of the people on my real life friend list were on my dream friend list, but there were also a few profiles that aren't there in the real-life myspace. In any case, in the dream none of those profiles, real or dream, corresponded to real people. In other words, in the dream world, those people didn't exist, but for some reason there were profiles of them. there were also inanimate objects on my friend list, like a jar of nacho cheese (for chip dipping) and pair of roller skates.
i looked at my own profile and it was different than the theme i have now: I was dressed in what looked to me like industrial revolution-era nautical attire. perhaps even naval attire. The whole page had a nautical theme to it.
The dream changed at that point: I was actually in these clothes and standing a ship, presumably it's captain, and it was manned by some of my dream-friend-list-friends, including the cheese and the skates. A pirate ship called El Duche was floatin' on the horizon, and suddenly it fired a volley of cannonballs at us. We were hit directly several times, and the ship rocked and took on water quickly. The only real person on the deck (a kid on my friend list who calls himself Aim 4 Da Head ) fell overboard, shouting incomprehesible Bay Area slang. The ship was sinking, so I strapped on the skates and hoped for the best. Then god picked me up with his noodly appendage and placed me between a midget and a beer volcano. the end.
