Two Dreams.

I dreamt that I found out I was dying (not sure from what, but it was clear in the dream) and Coffee looked me in the face and said, “Yes, that’s why I wanted a divorce.”

I dreamt that I had fucked up a friend’s work schedule and her dad came to confront me about it (I kind of know him, but not enough that he’d get involved in a work-related thing). When I told him it was an accident, he asked for a hug. When I started to hug him, he yelled, “BE CAREFUL, MY RIBS ARE ALL BROKEN.”

 

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