I had a dream last night that my husband was chasing me around the church taking my measurements and making me weigh myself and then posting little post-it notes around the church with my weight and inches on them.
I declare that it means nothing, but Bart always wants to try to analyze the why of things as in, “Freud would say ....”
I could keep an Freudian psychologist busy for decades trying to figure out all the dreams I have each night, but I think my dreams are just my dreams and that Freud was wrong about all of that.
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