Last night I also dreamt that Aidan and I were at Luke G's house, but his house was a backpackers hostel, and we had to sleep on the floor in this giant hall with Luke's sleeping bags amongst all the other backpackers while Luke got to sleep in a bed in his room. We crept up stairs to try and find the bathroom, but then as we were walking up the stairs someone turned on a light and we became incredibly scared that we were doing something wrong and would get in trouble if someone heard us. So we snuck back to our sleeping bag, giggling along the way, and when we got back we were waiting to have a conversation directly with God to discuss literature and films. In my dream I think God was going to tell us why he made people do the things that they did. Like, why did you make Roman Polanski create Rosemary's Baby the way that he did?
It was weird because it was like God was a dude who had complete control over our lives and really did create us all individually and have a plan for our lives. I don't actually believe that in waking life, but I guess 13 years in Catholic schooling is bound to have some effect on my subconscious.
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