I hate those dreams,
Where you wake up and you’re terribly confused about the events that took place in said dream and spend the entire day an utter mess because all you can think about is that dream and what it all means.
I’m trying to figure out why it was him in it. I haven’t seen the kid in over two years, no real meaningful conversation in probably over 4 years. My mind is completely in another works right now and of course I have a ten hour shift to work and I’m missing the Duke/Maryland game :(
