So I've always been known as the crazy dreamer. I tend to dream the weirdest most outrageous things and always remember them. So last nights dream was normal. WEIRD RIGHT? It was all about adoption. I can remember every single detail from the color of shirt our social worker was wearing (it was yellow in case you are wondering)to the time our worker told us we'd know if we were selected (11:00am) and the name of our birth mother (Tracy). I even remember what she did for a living. Every little detail is etched into my memory. I'm obviously over analysing this dream, but I long for the day when I wake up in the morning and realize it wasn't just a dream.
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