Every so often I’ll have a dream that is so specifically factual that when I awaken I immeidately have to research it, waking up completely.
The first time it happened, I dreamt that Bill Murray died and had to research it for fear that it was a midnight premonition.
Most recently I dreamt that Amanda Palmer was going on tour and that the dates worked in such a way that I could see her in New York City and Rochester when I get home.
Also not true. Just some Evelyn Evelyn stuff, which I’m not that into.
One day, though: full dream premonition. I’m counting on it.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. I had a window full of reblog tabs open, being organized, for days. I just closed it by accident.
Took a fuck-ton of searching to do my best to restore it.