When my dream is your dream, this is infants on throne. Friday. So on Friday. Star Now listen, this is.

Oh, Minnesot.

Minnesot. Minnesot.

Minsaud. Yay Yay!

Oh, a dream weaver. I believe you can get me through the night. Welcome back to Infants on Thrones. I'm Glenn Osland and today I am going to invite

you inside the deepest recesses of my brain, not my current brain, but my brain as I was serving as a missionary

for the Church of Jesus Christ now soon in Okayama, from 1991 to 93, I kept a dreamlock. I would wake up in the morning and

record my dreams. I just ran across this the other day and I started reading the first one and it's just so weird.

So there might be some good things in here. There might not be.

But I'm going to give this a shot and see how long can I sustain this for the next several weeks or months or however long it takes to get through this dream journal as a froback Friday.

It's new content, it's not recycling old episodes this time, this is a fro back to my dream log so this first entry from June

17th 1991 1991. I was at a farewell, my own missionary farewell. I remember that there were a lot of people there. It was in a house.

And for some reason, a band was playing.

Then I played guitar with my grandpa and sang Norwegian wood.

After that, I was approached and congratulated by a lot of people.

Story Daily tried to jump into my arms, but I didn't catch her and she fell to the floor.

She grabbed a hold of my overcoat belt and she was pulling me towards the stairs

She kept saying please I just want you to hold me

You've just got to hold me. It was gross. I slipped my overcoat belt off and went another way through

a big crowd of people to a dining room. My sister Missy was there. She

didn't want to sit in a high chair. Then it was time to give presents. My friend Kevin wheeled in in his wheelchair with his wife

Sydney right behind. Kevin had a little present and Sydney was carrying a big CD tape player. She was acting

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