otherwise, i am stressed. but i suppose that’s what comes along with junior year. my little breaks have transformed themselves into opportunities to slice at my skin. which i am fine with, for now.
things are getting better, in a way.
interesting. i’m quite impressed with your skills as deciphering that odd dream. it was such an entertaining dream. i like those.
i remember awhile ago, i dreamt about hilary clinton setting a house on fire while i was lying on a couch. there were a lot of other things going on, but i think i may just have a slightly overactive imagination at times.
thanks :)
okay, so in my dream, if i recall it correctly, i was in a disco-roller arena, with a giant disco ball off to the side. my sister, who was somehow hovering, owned an ice cream factory, and she had super powers. i believe ice cream shot out of her hands, or something like that.
now, i had some other power—perhaps that to melt things?—that i used through my hands as well.
anyways, together, we combated some guy i met awhile ago because he was throwing papayas at us. so this is going on, in vivid color, for a bit, and then michael from project runway, who was apparently dancing on a dance floor, asked, “what’s a papaya?”
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thanks! everythings pretty good with me =) how about you? hope youre good.
nice to talk to you again!!
xoxoxo