Last night I had a dream that I was getting ready for work and I couldn't find my brown pants. It was one of those dreams where you're really anxious and you NEED to find those pants or life as you know it will cease to exist. In the same dream, I ended up in Florida and I was attacked by a crocodile. When I woke up, I was much more upset about losing my brown pants than I was about potentially losing my arm. I do love those pants, but I'm afraid to think about what the interpretation of this dream might mean for me...
(If anyone is wondering, I am wearing my brown pants and a purple cardigan today. And I have not been bitten by a crocodile so far this afternoon.)
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