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I was wearing a bra.
I wasn't wearing a bra
we're here for you when you're ready.
i had a dream about monpot the other night.
I think it's fair for me to be dream-heartbroken.
sorry :( my dream self is a bit mental though. i can speak fluent french and all kinds of stuff.
that my subconscious did you a great service.
this is literally the girl of your dreams youre talking to
i had a dream about douchebag once. it was amazing and ill buy him a pint on the basis of how chill his dream self was. one day.
and I still don't know what I was doing in this dream.
but it was totally different, and they had a piano. and they weren't there, but we were going through their cupboards and discovered they had a million different types of cereal, and we were both so so so happy. and then you said that you slept on the piano.
and a million types of cereal
Like a shit version of Kim Basinger in The Fabulous Baker Boys.
it was especially disappointing when i woke up, because i was on your sofa. and i knew there was no piano and no varied choice of delicious cereals.
Colour, size, etc.
This is this indie-ideal-girl/boy thing again.
Dreamt that my Dad was doing some DIYish stuff on their house, and he was up some scaffolding and he somehow fell off and got tangled in a hosepipe and choked/hung to death, then I came round and found him like that and cried, only I can't cry, so I was just going "NOOOOOOOOO!" in a weird dry voice.
Happy Tuesday everyone!