I had a dream last night that I was getting married to some 30-something year old square named Chris. He was incredibly well-meaning, but incredibly dull, and halfway through the dream I realized that I couldn't even remember his name. My family kept telling me how happy they were for me, and all of the boys I knew were standing outside, kicking trees and glaring at me.
I'm not even kidding.
My dream-self ego is rather large.
I'd probably kick trees too if you married Chris.
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Actually, without sounding creepy, I do remember seeing you out there specifically. Weird.
ReplyDeleteWell there you go. Your subconscious knows me well enough to include me in the pack of tree-kickers.
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