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I had the weirdest dream.

I dreamed that I met up with the guy who looks like a young cute version of the guy from Jeeves and Wooster who's not Hugh Laurie.

And then we got to flirting and he was very cute and British and quite affectionately and passionately in love with me. And the entire time I couldn't enjoy it because I was like, "But I'm cheating on Athe boy". I remember that he had a sort of short spackling of whiskers and they tickled my ear when he nuzzled. Which tells you it's a dream, because if the Boy so much as has one hair that's a half of a micrometer long I'm like, "Go shave, you're sandpapering my skin down!"

But then he turned into a lovely brown haired woman, and was talking to another woman, and then somehow, the dream ended with me sticking my finger into a jar of strawberry preserves. It's quite Freudian, I think. I just remember that the strawberry preserves were quite delicious. Then I had to wake up.

I would just like to note that I should get all kinds of therapy kudos for not even being able to cheat guilt-free in my dreams.

- Meg