Fear not, these aren't the sort that need therapy. Just...weird. What else do you call dreaming of possible futures so intensely it almost hurts when you wake up? Yes, so anyway...right. I was dreaming of children. More specifically, being a mother to several children. They were cute little anklebiters, though I suspect our optometrist bills were something horrible as it seemed like at least half of them had inherited Danny's eyesight.
Yes Danny, you heard me. I had a dream that we were married and had four or five kids. It was wonderful, it was fantastic, it was everything I ever wanted. And I woke up feeling so alone I'm surprised I didn't just show up on your doorstep at 3:30 in the morning.
Like I said, weird dreams. And no, they don't distract me from noticing the dark circles under your eyes, buster. We are going to Talk, very soon now.