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Thursday, January 1, 2009

I had a weird dream. It was.......random....

I had a dream that I had gone to Rhode Island and met, um, Maggie* some singer's (that we all know of) girlfriend.


The dream wasn't about him, but about her. We went grocery shopping in the dream.

We just hung out.


I used to not like her, but after my dream I'm glad he's with her. Took them long enough to date.

I looked at her funny. "So how long have you two been dating?" I asked. I knew they were dating. She wants to admit it. But he keeps her a secret. A badly hidden secret.
"A little over a year now." she blushed.
I smiled. I wonder how many of his "songs" he sings to her.
Oh well...... she was the one voice he heard apparentally.


*- Name has been changed.