I’ve noticed as I get older, I remember my dreams less and less. Oh well. I finally remembered a dream last night.
I was at Kohl’s (for those outside the US - Kohls is a value-based department store I guess? Mainly somewhat affordable clothing) and they had a shirt that had Karl Marx and a rainbow. It said ‘I love communism and hate America’ in glitter letters.
In the dream I still wasn’t going to buy it, but I was taking a picture to post on Lemmygrad 😂
Oh, wow! You just reminded me… I once had a dream in which Asma and Bashar Al Assad were my aunt and uncle. It was around the time of the Douma chemical attack, and I had been watching a lot of videos of them.
HE CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS