Paging Dr. Freud (8w3d)

My dreams are anything but subtle.

Last night's featured some kind of board meeting for Dr. Gorgeous's office, although she was the only one I recognized.  There were two tables.  She sat at the one in front; for some reason I was sitting at the one in the back, though there were maybe 2 feet separating us.  At some point she turned around and said, "Gwinne, what are you doing here?"  "Don't worry," I said, "I'll go home soon."

And then we were outside talking and she was telling me about a place a few hours away where she goes hiking and it would be good for me to walk there.

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In other news:  the breasts are definitely bigger and I'm getting pukier by the minute.  Maybe the reign of terror might actually be over soon? (What, was that laughter?)