Goddammit, I hate dreaming.
I have stated this SO MANY EFFING TIMES BEFORE, BUT THIS ONE TAKES THE CAKE.
D':
*emo*
Anyway, we were taking a vacation (My mom and I, after the bakery opened) to Spokane, WA.
On our return flight, i'd run into guy from England.
Talk about a small world.
Damn.
Anyway, I stopped in a town near England (After we got off the plane. Mom went back to England, yay), because I needed good flour (And the town had good flower, i'm assuming?), and he decided to ride back with me on the train, so I wouldn't be lonely.
Well, first, I wasn't too pleased, as i'd gone to Spokane for my aunt's funeral (Not my aunt who lives here. Oh hell no, we wouldn't go. She's not that special), and we were just talking back and forth, and then he says something... Weird.
I nearly blew a circuit, as he'd said the same thing before, and I went off to the ladies' room on the train to keep myself from yelling. Rest of the trip, I kept away.
After getting off the train, I started crying, picked up the flour, and Amber (Lawl, why not) was waiting there.
Yeah.
I have messed up dreams.
D':
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