The medicine I've been taking until I can have my surgery has one very odd side effect: weird, vivid dreams!
So far, I've crashed into the Boston harbor in a giant jet, visited my Latvian family (?) and been convinced that many of my family members are experiencing health crises of their own... Oh! And I broke my leg! My dad called them the "I am the most pathetic person in the world" dreams.
I don't think I need more proof that my subconcious should really stay that way!
2 comments:
Can the Latvian relatives be any stranger than the Irish ones?
Are latvian relatives really that pathetic?
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