I used to always get a dream where there was a stick and a rock, and the rock felt like it was crushing me and I was the stick. I always woke up sweating and hot. I've had this dreams mostly in my childhood probably around 5 or 6 times.
Friends are great. They make me happy no matter how I'm feeling, and I always want to see them again. They're like socially acceptable drugs in a human form.
