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i had the strangest dream last night that the boy was going to tell me he loved me. i was very aware that this weight would be dropped on me very soon and i needed everything to be perfect. it was some kind of feng shui necessity that i put things in exact places. he was following me around and everytime i adjust something, he undid it. examples: i turned off the overhead light and turned on a small corner lamp. he turned off the small corner lamp and turned on the overhead. i put a vase of luscious red, purple and yellow flowers on the table, he moved it back to the counter. i pushed the chairs under the table, he pulled them back out. i hung a wind chime in the window, he took it down. these were all very domestic things and the house we were in is not mine or his. it had these huge windows and was full of light. there was no brown in the entire dream. the flowers were amazing. but, besides the fact that i have no clue what the dream meant, i had a freak episode of clairvoyance. this morning, after sitting in bed, telling him about the dream, i took a shower, dried my hair, and went about getting all the non-clothes related things ready. i like to dress last (cause i'm messy/clumsy). i'm in my robe. i turn the stove light on and get out a tupperware bowl. he pours two glasses of grapefruit juice. i'm sipping mine as i pour all the leftover easter candy into the tupperware bowl to take to work. i turn from the candy-full bowl to get the lid. when i turn back, he pours the candy back into the bowl, turns off the stove light and goes to the living room. i'm just standing there. in shock. cause THAT was my dream! he did it. right there, he acted out my dream. so, cause i can't control myself sometimes, i start yelling "YOU DID IT! YOU DID MY DREAM! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! THAT WAS MY FUCKING DREAM!" he calmly walks back to me - i haven't moved anything but my mouth at this point - pours the candy back into the tupperware, puts the lid on, hands me the bowl and says, "i don't mean to undo you." a quick kiss on my still astounded and shocked face and he left. i don't know what that's gotta do with love (what's love got to do, got to do with it?), but i'm still a little wigged out.
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reading: White Teeth
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