First, there were Asian Young-men gorwing up as they played a final hole of golf.
We were of their Imagination.
Then we were in a Warehouse and my best friend rejected me and began to get sick on my hair...
It got so dyed that fricanAfrican men rolled it in soil and turned it to nlack and I was fully African.
There were mechanisms of all kinds as I tried to dodge the final outcome...
Then there were scenes of my other friend going to war and I got him out of it so he didn't get killed.
Luckily, the people who were faking their old age were just a prop and some were educated and looked younger.
There were scenes with beuaty queens and my behavior was being corrected.
The dream ended.
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