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The dreams I get just tend to get stranger and stranger each passing day. I’d like to think they have no meaning to them, that they are just manifestations of what I was thinking of the day before.

This one hardly had anything to do with what happened the day before and most of my dreams have this tendency of becoming reality.

I hope this one doesn’t become real because it involved bugs the size of my fist. That’s just freaky. It also involved sleeping with people I know. Which isn’t so freaky, but I have enough awkwardness in my life that I really don’t need it getting even more awkward.

Fuck me my dreams really do bug me.