Maybe counseling is in order, ma’am
I had a dream last night that someone from work was getting married and wanted me to tell a story at their wedding. She wanted me to illustrate it and show the pictures as I was telling the story. I drew some really beautiful pictures (but don't remember what the story was.)

The day of the wedding, I couldn't find the pictures anywhere. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find them. I asked everyone I knew if they knew where the pictures were. Nobody knew. My mother said that she had a great story book that I could use, so I told her to bring it to the place where the wedding was going to take place.

She brought the story book to the wedding hall and when I went to take it from her, she said that I couldn't have it. That she was going to tell the story. I reminded her that the bride didn't even know her and that the bride had asked me to do it. Mom didn't care. She also made sure (I really don't know how she got this power to do this in my dream) that I sat really far away so I wouldn't interrupt her. I got pissed and walked out.

RisibleGirl was blabbing on about another adventure on 09/20 at 06:09 PM

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