two nights ago i had a dream that contained in it a poem my girlfriend wrote. in my dream she had just written it.

then i find out jillian already wrote that poem in real life a couple days before i had the dream. she never told me about it. it was a work in progress.

and i saw details. that were actually in her real poem.


wtf?????

we are cosmic.

i wish jillian had clothes in my closet.