A/N - I JUST HAD THE BEST DREAM OF MY LIFE

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Okay.
I am not well right now.
Because I can't stop thinking about my dream that my alarm clock stopped from happening.
And trust me.
If this wasn't my best dream ever, I wouldn't be telling it.
Although it may seem not that exciting, you must understand that when I woke up I felt like I was gonna cry from happiness.

okay here it is:

So I don't really remember much about what happened and the context of everything, but it started off with me flying home on a plane from who knows where. And when I got back to my house, the best two people in the whole world were there. You guessed it....TYLER AND JOSH. Of course, I freaked out and was crying because THEY WERE LITERALLY SITTING ON MY BED. Anyways later in the dream we decided to go into my music room in my house where I play piano and guitar and stuff and they started playing Heavydirtysoul. I was like "Tyler can you actually rap that fast?". And to answer my stupid question, Tyler of course started rapping every word perfectly. (My only question is how my brain can make someone rap that part of the song when I can't do it at all in real life). The funny part of this dream was that in real life, I snapchat so much that in my dream, I WAS SNAPCHATTING EVERYTHING. (I would be lying if I said that in the morning I didn't check my snapchat story to see if it actually happened). Here's the best part; at the end of the dream, Tyler blurted out "Wow, you're like really beautiful.". I LITERALLY ALMOST PASSED OUT. Not only because it was my idol who was telling me this, it was because my brain knows how insecure I am so it made my smolbean tell it to me in my dream. When I woke up I was blushing and smiling. My smile faded when I realized that it was a dream. But then to make up for it, I went to tumblr and just looked at my whole blog about (my tumblr is: @dunwithyall).

THANKS TO THOSE OF YOU WHO READ THIS WHOLE POINTLESS STORY I JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST. BYE BYE FRENS.

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