I did/do not feel like typing my dreams today, I came close to closing my blog indefinitely today, I did not jog today to rest my toes because I probably injured them jogging yesterday, I hardly did any strength training or burpees today because of an injury from strength training yesterday, et cetera but I am going to type my dreams anyway; and so expect me to type it lazily and expect even more errors because of the font and font size bug in the visual editor for the Hemingway Rewritten theme (http://en.forums.wordpress.com/topic/hemingway-rewritten-theme-visual-editor-font-is-small-and-does-not-match?replies=4#post-1705405) which has made it very hard for me to make posts/pages since this theme was released and it has not been fixed yet, it is killing my eyes and it is making me make more mistakes and I miss more mistakes because I can barely read/see the text. 😦
I barely remember part of the first dream and I remember walking in a slightly fictional version of W Park during the day, I came across a group of women with brownish colored skin who knew me and I knew them, and one of them was a woman with light brownish colored skin with dark brownish colored hair who somewhat looked a bit like my cousin CE and she was a fictional family member of mine.
She invited me to have lunch with her family outside at a picnic table near W Park and so I walked with her to the picnic table where her daughter and son and her husband were and her husband was my uncle ME, she cooked some fried chicken for us, and the fried chicken was a beautiful brownish color on the outside and the inside was a beautiful whitish color; and the fried chicken was very nice and moist, we ate and talked, and at some point I thanked them and I said goodbye.
I walked back to W Park and I came across my brother GC, something happened at W Park where somehow zombies got released and they started attacking people at W Park, and so my brother GC and I ran until we reached my grandfather’s yard which was nearby oddly; and we closed the gate and we reinforced the fence/gate with wooden beams, fortunately no zombies followed us, but I woke up and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
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