It's so weird when you dream about someone. Like a ridiculously vivid, awkward dream involving a person you maybe hooked up with one time last year and don't speak to anymore or maybe lent a pen to in class that one time...that person. And the dream itself is pretty fucked up and usually involves a sail-boat, small, Chinese men and murder- but it all just makes sense. You know.
But the weirdest part of the whole thing is not even the dream itself or the infamous, fuckin' rando guest star, it's what happens after the dream. And I swear on my failing, flailing, falling body that you will have some weird run-in with your "guest star" post-dream. And when you do, you're going to freak out. When you see them, they will look at you like "Dude, why the fuck was I in your dream last night?!" Like they fucking know. And they do. Not really. But in your dreamer daze, you're paranoid and wonder why you seriously had a dream about them and if they ever have dreams about you. Because that's, like, so fucking creepy. Right? Or is it cool and maybe even a little romantic?
"In Dreams Begin Responsibilities."
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