Last night, or this morning(?), I dreamed we were sitting at this table somewhere. Idk if this was some office buiiding, but you mentioned you were engaged and I was just sitting there internalizing “Okay… this is what you needed to tell me? What the? How is this important to tell me?” And then you mentioned a bunch of corporate peeps who knew all of us attending and then mentioned some request either you or Anna had to strike me from the company’s record like I never existed. Which is bs. I think the dream moved on before I could say it. Its bs.
Also, elevators that go sideways are terrifying. And my bags exploded and all the paper inside was crumpled and bent. !@#$ that.