I don't know what was going on with my unconscious last night, because I was dreaming about the Rock of Love Bus (for the second time this week), Optimus Prime, the queens in "RuPaul's Drag Race," and going to hell even though I wasn't dead to rescue some friends who were also not dead. (Hell was more like the dimmed bottom floor of an office building, and I was just trying to sneak some people past a businesswoman who was standing in the hall.)
I don't know what was going on with my unconscious last night, because I was dreaming about the Rock of Love Bus (for the second time this week), Optimus Prime, the queens in "RuPaul's Drag Race," and going to hell even though I wasn't dead to rescue some friends who were also not dead. (Hell was more like the dimmed bottom floor of an office building, and I was just trying to sneak some people past a businesswoman who was standing in the hall.)
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