This weekend has included some really weird dreams.
Night before last: I was proposed to with a very nice silver band (aka a ring, not a musical group) and I told him no, a la Ella Enchanted (the book).
Last night: I was at home, which turned out to be a third or fourth story pent apartment. I was wearing a gold sweater (everyone knows I avoid yellow/gold/most cream-colored things due to my skin tone) and crying that my parents wouldn't play Beatles Rock Band with me like they had promised.
I mean, seriously?
4 comments:
Wow. I had no idea that you felt so strongly about Beatles Rock Band. ;D
Dreams kind of make me happy. :D
Dude. It's BEATLES ROCK BAND.
And I thought the last couple of nights were weird, too. :D
Hm. Good point. ;D
Good point about Beatles Rock Band or the last couple of nights being weird?
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