Talk With Me For A Bit

Last night I asked again what the date is. I dreamt that I was picking up my costume jewelry (and hair stuff?) that was on the floor. A guy who comes to Starbucks, who also goes to the gym but doesn’t work out, only talking to the people there, bends down next to me on my right side, holding up my hair, eventually putting it in a clip. I’m uncomfortable with him and am trying to telepathically send a message to Ali. He doesn’t show up but Mando does. I no longer noticed the other guy.  Mando is wearing a … Continue reading Talk With Me For A Bit