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I had a dream last night that I met Marilyn Monroe (thank you Golden Globes). Turns out, people were totally wrong about her birthday, she was actually born in 1976. We ate at McDonald’s. We had fun. We talked about that cruise ship in Italy that went down. She let me take photos to prove to everyone that I was hangin’ with her.
Sometime later in my dream I told Jacket’s mom. But instead of Marilyn Monroe she was convinced that I had met Lindsay Lohan. In fact, she was ADAMANT that it was Lindsay and not Marilyn- even though she wasn’t even there. This nonetheless testing my reality. In the end, I gave up and let her tell everyone I met Lindsay Lohan.
My dreams aren’t that original.