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<h1 class="nomargin"><a class="ablack" href="https://tilde.team/~ben/dreamlog/index.html">dreamlog // ~ben</a></h1>
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<div class="subtitle">June 09, 2018 &mdash;
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<p>I was on a large flying cruise ship. It flew in to NYC and we could see all the people on the tops of the buildings. Then we transferred to a type of train car and rode down the train track, where we avoided a bunch of obstacles and made it to the end. We all got in a bus and then we were in Ecuador and we were in the mountains. We drove around for a while until we got to this garage. I could hear some creaking noises and there were bulls pushing a spinny thing to generate power. The bulls couldn't get it started because one of them had hit its head earlier that day. They finally got it moving so the spinners could mash the fruit that was on the ground. I turned around to look at something else and suddenly they asked me if I mind getting dirty. The spiny generator had turned into a fenced off arena type thing. They rubbed mineral spirits on my shoulders and gave me some winter gloves, then put me in the arena. Next a bull was led in to the arena with me. I was terrified at first. Then I realized that it didn't hurt if he ran into me. I was slow as molasses and could never seem to get out of his way. He wasn't all that big so I was able to grab his nose and jostle him around. He seemed to be more like a big puppy than anything else. He seemed ready to be done but he whimpered at me and pawed at the game almost like he wanted me to chase him, so I did. </p>
<p>Then I woke up. </p>
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