I had an insane dream last night. My sister and I were all at a local college. (Actually, it was the college I was accepted into back in 1993, and then my parents told me they were getting a divorce and could not longer afford to send me to private Catholic college. Good times.) And we were going back to school? Even though we’re 30, 33, and 41. Yeah, crazy. My sister and I were sharing this teeny tiny dorm room and were unpacking and such – we had this crazy trundle bed because the room was so small, like 10 by 5.

Then my friend Brandon showed up at college too, again, crazy, because I haven’t seen him since 1994 or so. (Brandon and I actually DID go to college together, which I guess is why he entered my dream? But we went to the cheap community college, not the expensive private college.)

The rest of the dream was us getting settled into our dorm, and eating, talking about what classes we were going to take – no mention of our kids, husbands, dogs, jobs – all of the things back in the real world.

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