I shit you not, two days ago I had a dream where I was suckered into a cult with the promise of a free day at six flags... upon escape attempts I always found myself climbing a wooden roller coaster and every single time (this happened 4-5 times) I was greeted at the top of the first hill of the roller coaster by a friend I had a crush on in HS. She killed herself a few years ago. After going back to that crazy puppet dungeon theatre I came back with a video and showed it too her on top of the hill on the roller coaster. She commented on how fucking bananas it was and then we made love. We then just kinda flew off and I woke up and it was over.
I miss her.
I miss her.