You gotta love those dreams where out of NO WHERE you meet a really old friend who you haven’t thought of or seen in years, those people you wouldn’t bother calling or mere messaging because of how long its been.
And on the flip side, you don’t feel a need to, like the dream just filled the void left by time, and that on some level you know they felt it.
Short. Sweet. And with no need to dust off Miss Cleo’s epic encyclopedia of dream-ology, or dig StubHub for an audience ticket to the Montel Williams show, to watch Sylvia Browne pick her teeth with her flourescently-stenciled nails.
Mmmmm, Mmmmm Good!
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