I haven’t been on Tumblr for about a week and I GAINED 2 followers. Huh.

So here’s a random thought: A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was a 30-something college graduate living in my ‘dream home’ when I get news that I had a six year old son. I take him to museums, watch Star Wars with him and spend as much time as I can with him. And then near the end of the dream, he disappears and I go on with my life… Except, now everything was in black and white.

I’ve been thinking about that dream for two days. Why would my subconscious possibly want me to think about this?