i am a great magician. really i'm just me.
my classmates are filming a movie.
they are covered in colorful, cheep silks.
i'm on the side watching. i make flowers shoot out of my hands to pass the time. it stings like stigmata. the wound in my hand grows and grows.
leigha asks me if i can make ants come out of my hand. i make gumdrops and 'a wee cone of cotton candy.' they appear out of thin air between my cupped hands. i hand each to her, then make ants come out from the center of my palm. great surrealist tricks!
a lot more happens in this dream, but its not so interesting to write. bad psychics and worse friends. my hands throb.
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