So, last night I had a crazy dream, and I dreamed of my great aunt Harriet, which is kinda weird. So she's about in her late 80's early 90's, and my dream was that next to a tape, or "casset" it's actually called, on the floor, was a broken CD. And Harriet was sitting on her couch (where she never sits in real life) and she was crying. And so I went up to her, and for some reason, I asked, "How did you get your name?" and then she answered, with her voice shaking, "My twin sister named me" ....That doesn't make any sence... she doesn't even have a twin sister. And so then the dream went on, and then I asked, "Why are you crying?" and then she said, chocking through her tears, "My twin sister made me a CD, and I tried to play it in the casset player, but it wouldn't fit, so I shoved it in, and it broke" She started crying really loud, and then I said, "Well, uh, you can ask her to make you a new one" then she said, "She can't, she's DEAD." and then I don't remember anything else after that.
This dream was crazy and sad at the same time, and a little scary.
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