"stop me when my stories change, when they have started to repeat"
I've spent a good chunk of my day thinking of silly, emasculating nicknames to call my boyfriend. Then it occurred to me, MAYBE, just maybe, this is why I go for long stretches without a boyfriend.
But I had a crazy dream that he was in. OK: we were taking a train ride together and the train gets stranded in the middle of NOWHERE because there was a murder on board. So we're waiting in the woods, on a train, for the cops to arrive and Greg and I take it upon ourselves to solve the murder, presumably before anyone else can get killed. This is the reality of the dream: we are Greg and Britini on a train playing detective and solving the murder. But also in the dream Greg is starting to write a crime drama, and so every once in a while he talks about how alike or dissimilar the dream-reality is to his own dream-fake story. As we get closer to solving the crime (I don't remember details) the stories start to become more and more similar EXCEPT that in the script I die horrifically (I'm apparently a character in the crime drama). So my last recollection of the dream is sitting with Greg in a cop car outside the train, as the police take our deposition, Greg won't shut up about how surprised/happy he is that everything was like his script and BONUS I didn't have to die.
Yay?
Valentines' Day was good. Presidents' Day was OK. I like working at the aquarium. I like having a job that I don't hate.
Taco night was amazing. We should do that again. I am also a fan of the idea of a bread party. Yum.
But I had a crazy dream that he was in. OK: we were taking a train ride together and the train gets stranded in the middle of NOWHERE because there was a murder on board. So we're waiting in the woods, on a train, for the cops to arrive and Greg and I take it upon ourselves to solve the murder, presumably before anyone else can get killed. This is the reality of the dream: we are Greg and Britini on a train playing detective and solving the murder. But also in the dream Greg is starting to write a crime drama, and so every once in a while he talks about how alike or dissimilar the dream-reality is to his own dream-fake story. As we get closer to solving the crime (I don't remember details) the stories start to become more and more similar EXCEPT that in the script I die horrifically (I'm apparently a character in the crime drama). So my last recollection of the dream is sitting with Greg in a cop car outside the train, as the police take our deposition, Greg won't shut up about how surprised/happy he is that everything was like his script and BONUS I didn't have to die.
Yay?
Valentines' Day was good. Presidents' Day was OK. I like working at the aquarium. I like having a job that I don't hate.
Taco night was amazing. We should do that again. I am also a fan of the idea of a bread party. Yum.