Another from a while ago...
Very uneventful, and very succint. B.?[m/20ish?], he's got dreads. In real life. And they're awsome. And he loves them. So I dreamt he was getting them cut off. Snip snip. Emotional torture. Snip. Dreads = gone. Bizarre. Then there's me. Trying to find golf balls in a shop. The end.Yea, I don't get it either...
posted by TMonkey @ 4:07 PM
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