I wish I could remember more of my dreams (and that I could figure out what they meant). A couple of weeks ago, Boyfriend told me about a dream I recounted for him upon waking.
In this dream, I would sometimes randomly and unexpectedly turn into a camel. I had no control over this werecamel-like transformation. I was also popular enough that I was often invited to parties, but so embarrassed by my camel alter ego that I was forced to decline all of these party invitations, to avoid awkward camel moments.
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