I used to have nightmares about aliens and monsters, mean ex-boyfriends, school and the end of the world. Last night I dreamed I was making breakfast for the whole family. I couldn’t find anything because all of my kitchen supplies had been put back in the wrong place. Things kept boiling over on the stove and making a huge mess. Everyone I was making breakfast for was standing around in the kitchen but no one was helping me. I guess my transformation is complete. My subconscious mind is officially lame.
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