Dreaming with Ben

I had a dream and Ben was in it. We were sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen and talking about how he wanted to marry his girlfriend. She was from my hometown and went to a highschool that I know of. The strangeness of dreams is that while you’re in them you don’t know you are dreaming and everything feels real and absurdly plausible.

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