Don't completely remember my dreams tonight, but I do remember one in particular. I was mixed up with some old men in suits who identified themselves as "The Oilers". I thought they were gonna kill me but I got away. My old high school crush, T.W., was involved somehow. So was her mother, S.W. and the meat manager at Hy-Vee, E.S..
It had something to do with E.S. running his hands across T.W.'s face. Very hazy memories of this dream.
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