So you were decked out in this tuxedo….yes, TUXEDO. You're speaking into a microphone up on the trapeze; declaring your great love for me. You dive from the platform, spread out your arms as you gracefully bounce onto a large inflated pillow about 50 feet down. Then, I ate small tangerines behind a shopping cart while you comforted me and told me to be nice to your mother.
Man…dreams are weird.
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