In a universe where Missy had 3 kids by two different daddies. One was Bob Dylan. It's in my book, but I like to think that the multiverse is out there and that there are many many versions of you and that somehow you are connected to all of them. In dreams. In dreams you experience a clip of the life of one of your other selves. And it seems really crazy because the laws of physics change with each budding universe and your timeline is different. So when you dreamt* that you got murdered, you really did. Poor you. Have a funeral for yourself, ok?
*I like to use "dreamt" instead of "dreamed". "Dreamt" is apparently more for British people. I met a British guy I think.
And now my health journey: I think I'm going to do a hardcore 30 day raw thing. Soonish. Monday or Tuesday. I'm running a lot more. I try for 30 minutes everyday. Which equals 3-4 times a week. I'm going away from baked goods even though I ate a biscotti today. Sweet+Sara. Yum. I only drink two cups of coffee in the morning. I usually only eat salad. But with fatty dressing. I'm doing ball exercises too and using 10lb weights.
Um. I have to go bye. Going to see if Stephanie wants to do 30 days with me. :)
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