I had a dream this morning that my ex was getting married, but we would sleep together all the time. I was helping him get ready on his wedding day, (?!!?!)
We decided to do it right before showtime.
On a table. Because for some reason that's where he was preparing. Then he went to the end of the aisle, as grooms do and I somehow sat down in the pew without anybody figuring things out.
Fun fact: I always walk in my dreams. I'm never in a wheelchair.
TELL ME YOUR WEIRD DREAMS.
Sorry for all the posts, but on Sunday I will be back in the city, and thus no longer isolated! YESSS.