A dream I had a few weeks ago (that I only have a few notes for...that don't make sense... therefore this is just two snippets):
My boyfriend had his palms open, full of oil, and he dumped it on my head. I was not happy about it in the least. Later on, he remembered that I'm not "that type" [that would take that kind of joke well], and he felt bad for doing it.
I was planning the cheer clinic (that actually happened this past Saturday), and I was asking men what each of the stations should be... (as if MEN would be the ones to ask!)
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