Dear diary,

  I had a really weird dream/ nightmare last night. And I don't really know what it's supposed to mean.

  I was walking across a bridge barefoot with tears streaming down my face. I felt really sad, like I've just lost something important to me. Then the scenery changed and I found myself running away from a headless horse. Somehow I ended up riding the horse and we were flying on top of a blueberry pie.

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  I fell off the horse, straight into the blue berry pie and then it turned into an ocean. And then I was sinking for what felt like a really long time. The scenery changed again and I found myself face to face with an octopus typing on a type writer. I remember thinking it had a lot of eyes, and then I woke up.

  Is there a reason that I remember it so vividly?

  Love,

  Tina