Day 63-66
Last night I dreamed that while swimming in a river, we saw a snake begin to wrap itself around a little skunk, who was too scared to move. So we rescued the skunk and took her home with us, only to find that the snake had followed. We couldn’t lose him. He was unwavering in his dedication to be close to the skunk and we realized he was actually in love with her. They got married. The skunk’s name was Prudence.
True story. Well, true dream story. Fucking Prudence. Look up the definition.
I woke up this morning laughing. I keep smiling when I think about it.
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