I don’t know what is wrong with my brain. Maybe I should go to the doctor.
“You pregnant Donna?”
“No, doctor, I just keep having strange dreams.”
“Dreams about being pregnant?”
“No, doctor, I keep dreaming about…”
“Don’t hold it in.”
“…Depeche Mode and that crazy woman from the Thompson Twins.”
“That’s not a woman, Donna, that’s Martin Gore.”
“Make it stop, doctor, PLEASE! Make it STOP!”
“One moment while I prepare the rabbit…”
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
That’s like the best dreams ever. It would only be better if you were pregnant with Martin Gore by Martin Gore!
My first thoughts would have been heavy drugs… not being pregnant. Anyways good luck
-bix
Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome from all that commuting. I can’t believe you haven’t had a dream yet of missing the 5:01!!!