To tell you about the dream I had last night.
The ex proposed to me (in a not so great proposal...though I still cried - in my dream...it's still ME obviously). The ring was ugly...and fake. And it kept changing color and shape. And then it kept falling apart.
I do not need to seek out any interpretation or hidden meaning to this dream. It's pretty f'n clear.
Sometimes dreams don't make any sense. Sometimes they make perfect sense. This time was obviously the latter.
Stay tuned for Saturday's recap.