IN REAL LIFE. in dreams.

i had a dream that i blew off one of my old best friends that i hardly ever see to hang out with him IN REAL LIFE for the first time.

i had a dream that the two of us actually hung out IN REAL LIFE and we went to the mall and there was actually a store that sold vintage nintendo games and we sipped expensive caffienated beverages.

i had a dream that the two of us went to a bar IN REAL LIFE and we kissed but a fight broke out and my step-grandmother-in-law made me take home my step-uncle and so i put him in his car and then HE followed me there and gave me a ride back and we kissed some more.

dreams are bullshit.

dreams are bullshit.

i had a dream that my mother and i were both riding the same bicycle. she was on the handlebars and i was sitting down and peddling. somehow we became detached yet still connected by the brakelines and she went ahead of me but neither of us crashed.

i had a dream that my sister was really little again and i could carry her around. we rode the pharoah’s fury ride at the fair and afterwards we laid down under it as close as we could without the giant boat crushing us. i was freaking out, and my mini-sister was perfectly calm.

i had a dream that my ex-boyfriends were living in a house together with some of their current girlfriends. and when i say ex-boyfriend i mean every person i’ve even semi-dated.

these dreams don’t mean a goddamn thing and if you can derive some meaning out of them, keep it to yourself.