Last night my friend Ian texted me and I got it late at night. I read it and went back to sleep. In my dream I was on the phone with Ian and I couldn't hang up with him. My cell phone was on the fritz. I could hear him say my name over and over again but couldn't hang up. The only way it would work was if I took the battery out of my phone.
When I woke up this morning I saw that my phone was in pieces and I thought "did I really call Ian last night?" Sure enough I did. Twice.
I hate when my realities get messed up by my unconscious habits.
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