withimpunity | my subconscious needs to get off the meth

Night before last, I dreamt that I worked at Sacred Heart (? the Scrubs hospital) and Carla and I were BFF and her and Turk and their babies moved into my house. I was like WTF YOU'RE DOCTORS, YOU CAN GET A BETTER HOUSE THAN THIS. And then Carla forgot her children's birthdays and I was so NICE and CONSOLING while she was freaking out about being a horrible mother- which was the weirdest part of the entire dream, if you can believe that.

bigfiction knows what I'm talking about.

Last night I had a HORRIBLE dream. I'd just had a baby and I could NOT think of a name for it. I was all PANICKED and ANXIOUS about it. I woke up feeling VERY NERVOUS. Also, in the dream I was gay with a beautiful Native American girl and one of the names she suggested was Tiffany.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, BRAINPAN? I swear to god I'm not taking a whole bunch of drugs before bed. Scouts honor.

my subconscious needs to get off the meth

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