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Last night I dreamed that Mark married Naomi. It would be weird in real life, what with him being married to lovely Marina and all, but it wasn't weird in Dreamworld.

And I traveled to Japan, where the wedding was taking place, and Mark wore a blue tuxedo and kissed my hand.

Then I dreamed that someone I used to be friends with that I've been dreaming about a lot lately got mad at me and yelled because I was an attention-stealer and only thought of myself, and I was so glad she was yelling at me because it meant we were friends.

When you dream, your brain
sends out random electrical impulses that your analytical forebrain scrambles to make
sense of, assigning meaning to them.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:55 AM | shower me with attention