I must have been emoting something in a major way Thursday night.
AN had a horrible dream about me and wanted to make sure that I was OK. A colleague of hers (whom I had met once before), confessed to her that he had dreamed of me too that same night - a "naughty" dream, however.
Thursday night was unusual in one regard. I slept as poorly as I ever do, but I'm used to that. Friday morning, however, I was unusually exhausted. Now I know why. I was busy dreamwalking.
Anyone else dream of me Thursday night?
♫ How will you make it on your own... ♫
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Sorry, I've become a little obsessed with the Mary Tyler Moore show in the
past week. I think I imprinted on Mary Richards in my extreme youth--my
parents ...
7 years ago
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