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I had the hardest time sleeping last night. I was all nauseous.
When I did get to sleep I had the strangest dream though...
My mom was on her death bed and my great grandmother was there also on her death bed. All of a sudden I had a little baby boy. He was the most adorable little baby ever! He had these little chubby cheeks and he was just so fucking cute! Anyways so I am playing in the pool with him, trying to teach him his colors and these people keep telling me that I couldn't have him. His name began with a T, or something along those lines.
Then I woke up and looked at the clock and it was 1. I feel like somehow its effecting my day. Dreams sometimes do that I guess...
Not sick anymore.
That was short lived.
When I did get to sleep I had the strangest dream though...
My mom was on her death bed and my great grandmother was there also on her death bed. All of a sudden I had a little baby boy. He was the most adorable little baby ever! He had these little chubby cheeks and he was just so fucking cute! Anyways so I am playing in the pool with him, trying to teach him his colors and these people keep telling me that I couldn't have him. His name began with a T, or something along those lines.
Then I woke up and looked at the clock and it was 1. I feel like somehow its effecting my day. Dreams sometimes do that I guess...
Not sick anymore.
That was short lived.