30 Days, 30 Letters
Day 5: Dreams

Dear Dreams,
You confuse me. How can my brain give me Kiril Kulish beating me up one night, and then me and my sort-of crush having a sort-of date thing on the playground of my elementary school. HOW I ASK YOU?!?!
As for my non-nighttime-related-dreams...could you pretty please come true? I would certainly enjoy the good fortune you could bestow upon me. And if I have to drop something ridiculous, I suppose I don't HAVE to marry Trent Kowalik or David Bologna. I suppose I COULD possibly live without them...maybe.
Love,
The Confused One