Dreams and mayonnaise

I was playing around in Google Maps, looking at my neighbourhood. I zoomed in. You could see the street view in photos, except instead of lush, tree-lined streets, there was a desert wasteland. Dust blew across pieces of debris and human skulls.

I rushed to the window to look outside, and then I woke up.

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On another note, why is there flavoured mayonnaise? It's bad enough that there's regular mayonnaise; flavoured mayonnaise just makes me even more misanthropic. Still, I managed to work it into a story I'm writing.

Dreams and mayonnaise

I was playing around in Google Maps, looking at my neighbourhood. I zoomed in. You could see the street view in photos, except instead of lush, tree-lined streets, there was a desert wasteland. Dust blew across pieces of debris and human skulls.

I rushed to the window to look outside, and then I woke up.

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On another note, why is there flavoured mayonnaise? It's bad enough that there's regular mayonnaise; flavoured mayonnaise just makes me even more misanthropic. Still, I managed to work it into a story I'm writing.