What a weird night for dreams! I dreamt I was hanging out with Daniel Craig for some reason (no complaints there). At one point I was a Radio City Rockette in a very small stage with an ice rink. I remember thinking to myself, this isn't Radio City, and the Rockettes don't ice-skate! The last one before I woke up was me chewing out one of the MalTitas over the phone as my mother nodded or shook her head in approval/disapproval at what I was saying.
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