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I dreamed the most wonderful, awful dream last night.

I dreamed that I was grocery shopping with my mother the Monday before Thanksgiving, and the phone rang, and it was Amy--my Soulmate. Hi, I said, pleasantly surprised. Good to hear from you, I miss you! What have you been up to?

I just wondered if you wanted me to come to your place or if you wanted to drop by here, she said.

Honey, you know I would love to come to New York...

No, here. I'm sitting in my front yard right at this moment.

Eeeeeee! ad nauseum.

And she was there, and we ate chips, and were happily plotting our surprise week together...and then I woke up.



Yeah, the awful part? I was lying in bed, happily thinking, "So we can go see GoF in the theatres now, and she can help me pick something for my new cloak, and I can send my Nano home with her, and we really have to remember to have her spend the night at least once..." and then my brain caught up with itself.

Right. That was a dream. As in it DOES NOT COUNT AS REALITY.

I nearly cried.



December, come quick!