Last night I dreamt that I was in the kitchen of my parents' house holding hands with my friend Morgan. I decided to have some strawberry ice cream, and grabbed it from the freezer. As I was eating it out of the carton, I opened the top cupboards to get a dish, but instead, my ex-boyfriend Scott was sitting up there like it was the most normal thing in the world, grinning like he never did in real life. I tried to leave the kitchen, but when I did, I realized that it wasn't in the house anymore. It was just a box containing a room, which sat on some very very high tracks in the path of a monorail.

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I broke up with my boyfriend again. This time for good. What a New Years'. Eugh.