The other night I had a dream that someone died in my bedroom while I was in the kitchen (freak accident). If you've seen Inception (or have ever dreamed) then you know that dreams feel real when we're in them--it's only when we wake up that we realize something is strange or off.
And, nice guy that he is,
he helped me hide the body. In the wall.
About a week after, when we were attempting to patch the drywall, I had a bout of conscienceness and told Luhvah that maybe we should call the police. Which concerned us cuz we'd sat on a dead body for a week and attempted to hide it. We knew that that wouldn't go over well with the police.
he helped me hide the body. In the wall.
About a week after, when we were attempting to patch the drywall, I had a bout of conscienceness and told Luhvah that maybe we should call the police. Which concerned us cuz we'd sat on a dead body for a week and attempted to hide it. We knew that that wouldn't go over well with the police.
Long story short, I woke up from the dream with this takeaway:
Even in my dreams I know Luhvah's got my back. I trust him and I honestly know he'd be there for me in my time of need-even if that need is to hide a dead body.