I woke up this morning dreaming about Corban. I dreamed that I finally got him home, was holding him, and getting ready to feed him. Then a nurse came up and said, "no, actually, I was getting ready to feed him." I argued with her and said that he was my baby and "no, she couldn't have him." So, she started to angrily yank him out of my arms. I pulled him back. The dream ended with us both pulling on Corban, neither of us winning.
I have issues.
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