My mom had the funniest dream last night. Atop of green hill, I was saying goodbye to my parents. Apparently I wasn't alone, but with a dark haired man in a cream colored suit. She said he had to be tall because he had to bend over to give me a kiss. And we left together.
How ironic. Obviously, this dream can't reflect the past or present. Can dreams tell the future? Because I wish the did.
You dark haired, tall man wearing a cream colored suit, I'm on the lookout for you.
2 comments:
I'll keep my eyes open as well.
i second luis's comment
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