Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I jolted awake instead of allowing myself to struggle with the phone alarm this morning, because I actually remember my highly weird dream very vividly.

How does one explain dreams?

It was firstly about these two guys in a big city. Gay couple? Business partners? Best friends? Two parts of the same person? Doesn't matter. I wasn't there. One was yelling at another one in the middle of crossing the road.

'I don't care what you say! I'm calling us unhappy. I recognise this behaviour! You're floundering!'

Then suddenly I was talking to my mum about changing jeans and being pressed for time to meet Kelly while knowing that I'm meant to board a flight in a little while. Mum was being difficult as usual and I was getting frustrated.

But anyway... the reason for jolting awake was the realization that I was meant to call Mjelva at 8.30am to wish him happy birthday.

Happy Birthday dear. :)
You're 21! A full fledged adult! Woo hoo! *grin*
I wish there was a way to make this day more special. Huggs.
Love you heaps.

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