My ideal living situation involves the sister wives house/compound. Except my parents live in the middle, my boyfriend and I live in one side, and then my friend Britt lives on the other side. Life goal.
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Dystopian
I had the most insane dream last night. I went on a month long vacation with all of my friends and family and we went abroad to different countries on a futuristic cruise line. When we can back everything had changed and leaving the country was considered a crime. Everyone but me managed to escape back onto the boat but I was taken into custody. I was submitted to “hair brush” torture where’d they’d brush my hair with varying degrees of sharp instruments and I pretended to feel them but thanks to my super thick hair I didn’t feel any of them. They caught on so they started pumping pure cancer into my spine. The side affect was that I had the ability to walk up walls but instead of doing that I decided to pass out and the torture subsided. Because that didn’t work I was forced into prostitution for cross-dressing businessmen who had a bdsm fetish, except I was totally down with that too. It just kept spiraling out of control from there and I know there’s big parts I forgot but I MUST remember this dream ‘cause the colors were fucking crazy vivid and the…cinematography (for lack of a better word) was absolutely amazing.
This is why I love/hate sleeping pills.
