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something insane happened this afternoon while i was napping. i dreamt about my uncle. but more importantly. ALL I DREAMT ABOUT WAS FURNITURE. the floor was magnificent! inlay marble! a museum of period furniture like in the met. this is what i dream about. i am in the right field! museums are where i dream of being! literally.
in the dream, my uncle sold little patriotic things in glass shelves in the foyer of his mansion. maybe that is a little weird.
but i still hate men.
in the dream, my uncle sold little patriotic things in glass shelves in the foyer of his mansion. maybe that is a little weird.
but i still hate men.