JEAN SHORTS = JORTS, OKAY.
Courtesy of Lauren Cocco.


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Okay, so today, when I was napping, I had a DREAM! And in this dream, it was about the Boy Who Went Away. I was at this farewell party thing for one of my friends (it was vairy bizarre... there was bad dancing and opera, I will tell you this) and all the while the BWWA was with his father going off to college on a plane somewhere. And I couldn't say goodbye to him because he had taken a speedline that lives in my mind to the airport, and being a good friend, I had to stay at my friend's farewell party. I was really sad in the dream. This is really upsetting me. Knowing I'll never see these people again. It's like they're dying.
I have these weird things happen in my dreams. Like trains and places that keep popping up. They live in my mind. There's a library in my mind that not only has books sorted out on the shelves, but muffins too. And then I have a school in my mind. And a train system. I've had 2 dreams with the train, 2-3 with the library, and many with the school. I probably have a whole town in my head and don't even know it. Homn.