If only…

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Last night I dreamt I met Paul McCartney, hung out with him for a while, and the entire time I was overwhelmed with a body-numbing joy. I still feel on top of the world three hours after waking up.

Thanks dream Paul….

I dreamed recently that I hung out with Barack Obama, and he scolded me for wasting my life on frivolity and selfishness. A few weeks later, I’m still kinda shaken up about it.

Macca sounds much less judgmental.