Last night's dream:
Conor Oberst was in my kitchen singing me songs!
I had somehow met Conor Oberst a while back. And I was bitching about my life as usual and he was frustrated about my whining and sat in my kitchen and belted out a song about how it made him feel. He was strumming and wailing and I forget the words but it was something like "She's always sad about it but you know she's just acting blah blah blah."
Fuckin' sweet.
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