My dreams have been so weird lately. But not in a weird way. Like, in a weird lame way. For instance, the other night I dreamt about painting my nails to look like watermelons. That was all. I woke up with anxiety that I would get polish all over my sheets. And then the next night I just dreamt that I found my missing sports bra. I’m pretty bummed that I still haven’t actually found it. But regardless, these are kind of lame dreams. I was talking with Janna about them and we concluded that it’s just my subconscious trying to give me a little break! “Oh, life is very stressful for Hannah right now. Let’s think of some happy, stress-free things.”
And I just thought it was nice that I was doing that for myself. Good work, brain.
