My dreams are dumb.
Had an entirely chaotic dream of marrying Alexander Skarsgard, and he ended up being a hot mess. As in drunk, douche bag, egomaniac, etc. Then I lost my wedding ring, tried to find it at the reception hall all night, and he moved back to Sweden a day later. But I kept the ring cause it was pretty.
Cool dream. Lesson learned? Don’t eat before bed time.
