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Weird Weird Dream
Agent Smith
Man I had an odd dream this morning.

I was somewhere on an island chain in the pacific. Where I met Osama Bin Laden(!!), or at least was in the same area. Somehow I stole his motorcycle - a Japanese road bike - and his mobile phone, which was an incongruously old Nokia. Somehow I then rode the motorcycle all the way home, and handed it at the phone over at the St. Kilda road police station!

Then I went to work. My office had moved to an old and smelly building, filled with old televisions, which I couldn't turn off. I was invited further into the building. Somehow I realised that they actually wanted to turn me into a semi-mechanical zombie... At which point I woke up.

My brain is weird.


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