"maybe attending"
last night i dreamed that andrew and i were walking around, and i was showing him the place where sarah and i had gone to a wedding. then doctor pam was there, and she gave us each a postcard from sarah. mine had a photo of us at this wedding on the front and a little cartoon drawing of the two us holding hands on the back before the miniscule, very non-sarah writing began. then, out of nowhere, sarah materialized, saw that i was reading her postcard, and said, "oh, let me go then," and i was like, "yeah, you should." i guess it's a sign of cognitive harmony that i was mad at her in the dream, too. that hasn't always been the case.
but the weird thing was, i didn't read it. i started doing something else in the dream, and then i woke up. i guess it's nice that when i say i don't care, i'm at least partially telling the truth.
but the weird thing was, i didn't read it. i started doing something else in the dream, and then i woke up. i guess it's nice that when i say i don't care, i'm at least partially telling the truth.