My lifelong friend D.D. and I are participating in some sort of relay race for charity. We have to race through a building that is set up like a maze and, at each 'checkpoint,' there are batches of letters and greeting cards that we must read before moving on to the next checkpoint. We find that we are in our best rhythm when we take turns reading the letters and cards per checkpoint. Some are humorous and some are sappy. There are page-long letters and some with just a quick paragraph. I recall that she is wearing a neon green polo shirt and her hair is curly, which is completely inaccurate.
The dream shifts and I am sitting on a lounge chair by a pool with my early high school crush, B.R. He is wearing a sombrero and telling me a story that involves black garbage bags being used as capes.
WHAT. THE. CRAP. is going on in my head lately?! I'm not even going to analyze this one.
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