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I’m late as hell in writing this since the dream happened, like, days ago. Either way, it was still worth sharing. The dream happened Sunday morning, and it was the second of my two most recent ‘driving’ dreams. I understood both, but this current one packed the most punch—literally.
It was late at night, and I believe I was doing one of my routine strolls around Baton Rouge. I was on Monterrey Dr. passing my old Spectrum gym when three sprinters the size of football players (an oxymoron in and of itself) began racing me in the other lane. I was driving a black 2005 Nissan Sentra, and it belonged to Darren, my mom’s fiancée. For some reason, I felt compelled to race the sprinters, but at the same time, I didn’t want to wreck Darren’s car. Nonetheless, I fled down Monterrey, beating the runners to the…
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