Oh dreams.

Last night I had a weird dream.

I was living in Greece with my Macedonian friend [cough if you see this don’t freak it’s just a dream] and he was my secret lover because my father did not approve [okay now you have permission to freak].

We run away and never return home, and people are constantly chasing us. When we’re not being chased, he calls me darling, and Grecian Bretney is constantly freaking out whenever he does, probably because that’s what John calls me, and while I was in my own dream world, John was that memory I couldn’t remember clearly.

We stroll through a labyrinth, go swimming in a clear, shallow river, and have a dandy old time.

And then I woke up.