don't you tell me to deny it.
2004-10-05 @ 9:20 a.m.

I'm up now. Who the hell is 217 7483? Well you woke me up, you son of a bitch. Congratulations, I was really into my sleep. I was dreaming that a young girl had died. For whatever reason I was taking things that belonged to her and somehow with regard to the mystery, she and apples were synonymous. So it seemed highly suspicious to the detectives that I was running around with an armfull of apples stuffed into her red cardigan. There was a lot of red in my dream. And there was a secret room behinde this wall - in the dream I was really nervous that someone was going to find my secret room - but I think that's the room where she died. I kept getting really uncomfortable about walking in my bear feet on the ground, and there was this wooden plank that was really unstable. Leaves everywhere. Anyways, that's where I left the apples and the cardigans and that's when the phone woke me up.

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