follow up to wendy's entry about her dreams and how i end up marrying a mannequin. and no, im not marrying danica prasad. =="
MY DREAM basically depends on what my appetite is at night.
if im hungry, i always see this:
... and then when i wake up, i'm sad because i dont have any of these in my cupboard. just dry, tasteless cherrios.
wendy has yet to have appeared in any of my dreams. but one day you will and my imagination will make it as humiliating as possible. yes, you heard right. beware. :L:L
