the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
No but for real, if I ever meet a man who grows a beard and he doesn’t let me put gummy bears in that thing so I can nibble them off, I’m going to be pretty disappointed in what my life has brought me.
I had a dream the other night that I was passing through Canada, and I picked up a few strangers, and those strangers turned into friends from my past who were emotionally and mentally abusive to me for years—who, to this day, would say that I was full of shit for saying that, if I hadn’t cut them out of my life a few years ago. I had this beautiful dream, of this beautiful place, ruined by two individuals that I truly would like nothing more than to never hear from, or see, or dream of. No matter how many ties you cut, no matter how hard you try to rid yourself of people, you’ll always have your mind. You’ll always have dreams.
I just wanted to have a nice dream about Canada and meeting people in Canada.