Shorty post, El Oh El 
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One of the things I really want to study is the significance of dreams. Are they really important or just unconscious by- products of exotic sleep aids?
Nudity and Clowns (or circus theme) were the two prevalent forces last night. I was in New Orleans and there was some party that you could strip off of your clothes if you wanted to and walk around. I didn't do it because I was too embarassed, but a coworker was there baring it all. (She had mentioned in real life being in a Girls Gone Wild, perhaps this was just a manifestation of that conversation.) There was a club that from all appearances looked like a normal house but there were trippy raver people all around and one was required to wear a hat when entering the establishment, so I produced a hat seemingly spontaneously. The cover was $15 which I don't know about your city, but in a place where bars are mostly open cover, that was completely ridiculous. Inside were the clowns, just three of them sitting in a kitchen making weird faces, not saying anything. In recent dreams, I have the problem of being drunk, I don't know what that is all about. I was concerened about driving back because I did not want anyone else driving my car. Who knows, it is probably just fond nostalgia of times passed.
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One of the things I really want to study is the significance of dreams. Are they really important or just unconscious by- products of exotic sleep aids?
Nudity and Clowns (or circus theme) were the two prevalent forces last night. I was in New Orleans and there was some party that you could strip off of your clothes if you wanted to and walk around. I didn't do it because I was too embarassed, but a coworker was there baring it all. (She had mentioned in real life being in a Girls Gone Wild, perhaps this was just a manifestation of that conversation.) There was a club that from all appearances looked like a normal house but there were trippy raver people all around and one was required to wear a hat when entering the establishment, so I produced a hat seemingly spontaneously. The cover was $15 which I don't know about your city, but in a place where bars are mostly open cover, that was completely ridiculous. Inside were the clowns, just three of them sitting in a kitchen making weird faces, not saying anything. In recent dreams, I have the problem of being drunk, I don't know what that is all about. I was concerened about driving back because I did not want anyone else driving my car. Who knows, it is probably just fond nostalgia of times passed.
You should pitch it to them.