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last night i saw the most ridiculous dream ever. even more stupid than my dream in which Michael Jackson was the father of my best friend or the one with the telephone conversation with Beyoncé. this may come as a shock but celebrities are a major part of my dreams (i suppose it's mainly because i spend more time surfing on the internet and watching movies than spending time with actual people with real flesh and bones ) and this dream had a celebrity as well. our lovely Rufus Wainwright (applause) had another concert in our town and once again people are busy and not willing to go to this concert with me (haha my poor little subconscious what have they done to you). well anyway,my stupid dream had a collection of all the unnecessary people that once unfortunately existed in my life and made their way out. also a few old crushes were present and i must have been hungry before i went to bed because i had the chance to go to a patisserie and buy a carrot cake on the way to the concert. if we come to the concert itself, while singing a song, Rufus himself had noticed that i did not have a ticket but i was so charming and sorry that he did not throw me out. i also remember, for some reason i had to wait in a library after the concert and i had a quarrel with some stupid girl that i had not seen for years.
well after boring you with my silly dream i want to add something. if you see my subconscious, hug it and kiss it and send it to a holiday with sea, sun and the beach or i will have to teach myself some lucid dreaming and call ghost busters for the haunting ghosts of my past so that only celebrities and smart and valuable people will find their way to my dreams.