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I just had the best Hoagie ever in a dream. I was on the 28th floor of a skyscraper in Center City, which is a really weird place for a hoagie shop to be. But the guy making the Hoagie was really passionate about them, told me it was indeed an unconventional spot for a hoagie shop, and was trying to explain the way he baked his own bread before I woke up. The hoagies were also served with a complementary bag of olive oil and pesto crackers that were also total fire, unfortunately the brand that makes them doesn't exist in the waking world.

I just had the best Hoagie ever in a dream. I was on the 28th floor of a skyscraper in Center City, which is a really weird place for a hoagie shop to be. But the guy making the Hoagie was really passionate about them, told me it was indeed an unconventional spot for a hoagie shop, and was trying to explain the way he baked his own bread before I woke up. The hoagies were also served with a complementary bag of olive oil and pesto crackers that were also total fire, unfortunately the brand that makes them doesn't exist in the waking world.

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I've always wondered about dreams.

Something about them just seems so special.

Not in the cute way, either. Something about dreams makes me real suspicious.

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Sometimes I can recognize that it's a dream. The car one, for example, right before I woke up I remember thinking "This isn't how cars work, this isn't real." and that was that.

The last one I remember clearly was being at an event and trying to find someone, but every time I opened the messaging application on my phone Huntington Bank ads popped up. That was so angering I woke up feeling very unrested.

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Lol nigga get ads served in his dreams

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I know right? Is nothing sacred?