There's nothing quite like a perfect avocado. Yummy.
Any roughly five digit number, google image search, within a few pages: train. Somewhere, someone has a lot of pictures of trains. I know this because Google knows this.
Sorry for the puns. Good, bad, I'm the guy with the journal. :p
"There's a perfectness inside you, sleeping underneath your skin." amid lots of other lyrics.
Dream: Auction of trees. People offered toast, which meant less than the opening bid. A big orchard was owned by a girl of 16. I saw Abby tightly hooded, but still knew her. She said something was fake... my hair. I nodded. We were in a gameworld. I got burned by lava and had to restart... she didn't. A man gave me carrots to cool my hands. I wrote some snakes in. They fired small red projectiles.