And I had a son.
It was odd. I woke up in a big bed, and you where there. You were talking about how great last night was, *gasp* We get out of bed, and a little boy with my blonde hair, and your eyes comes up and sits on my lap. I have no idea what was going on, but you sure as hell did. Our "son" starting talking, he looked about 5, and he said a sentense with "s**t" in it. I said that it was a bad word, he went "oh" and I said to never say it again. I said it so nicely too. He zipped his lips, kissed me, and left.
What a great future.
Then the dream turns strange.
I'm a cheerleader on the Connan O' Brian show. You went to see me after I performed, (we were dressed as the Cowboy Cheerleaders) and the other cheerleaders were making fun of me. You cheered me up, and hen something happened which I can't remember. I think I almost jumped out of a window.
EDIT: I was also...a singer! Not a popular one, but like a coffee house singer.
But the beginning was great!
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