This morning I woke up from a dream involving Geovany Soto, just
as I requested. But now I have a new question: why can I not remember a single detail about this dream, other than the fact of his presence, and maybe something about us...playing soccer? I think? while at the same time, I remember with much greater clarity the dream where I was married to Mike Fontenot?
Now, as I said before, I love Mike Fontenot more than life itself, but just so we're all on the same page here:
this is Geo.
This is Mighty Mike. I really do not need the vivid memory of his wavy blond hair in my marital bed. (I'm sure my div school professors will be reading this entry someday. Hi!)
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