I don’t understand my dreams. I dreamt last night that the lead character from “The Producers” (the play I saw two Thursdays ago) was my boyfriend. All I remember is going to meet his father who had long white hair and then leaving to the Seattle coastline to go jetskiing. I remember always holding his hand. I remember feeling really happy because someone wanted to hold my hand.

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