Justin once told me that my subconscious was either the most beautiful thing ever or the biggest troll on the face of the earth. I'm pretty sure its the latter of the two. Dreams prepare you for worst case scenarios? Yesterday it prepared me for the two things that went more than perfectly and did not say anything about the biggest wreckage. I'm not really laughing. I respect the artistic intent, but seriously?
Last night I dreamt that Elaina was telling me about how she told Promer (who was more like Finn) how her parents told her how they met. I wonder whose head I was in at that point.
I've also tried to figure out why I have so many dreams about Beau from Cloyne. At first I thought it was because he lived next door and I would see him before I went to bed. My new theory is that he gets bored or lonely at night and gets up and wanders through other people's dreams. He strikes me as the type.
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