More egg dreams. You staged an elaborate “hatching” ceremony, screaming “WHAT ABOUT NOW? DO I SMELL LIKE EGGS NOW?” Dream Alli is very unhinged…
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So, last weekend at our friends’ birthday party, Ryan at one point leaned forward, sniffed me, and nonchalantly announced: “You smell like eggs.” I understandably objected to that statement, since I smelled nothing like eggs—a fact that about 20 of our friends can attest to, since Ryan marched me around the party demanding they all smell me.
Ever since, he has been having very strange dreams about me and eggs. He texted me the above this afternoon (that would be dream #3). In the first one I cooked every egg in my apartment and demanded to know if I smelled like them; in the second I again cooked a large quantity of eggs, and then proceeded to rub them all over my face and hair and scream about how I couldn’t take it any more and we needed to break up.
I worry for this kid’s subconscious sometimes…
(via aggressivelyarticulate)
