Rec | DREAM RECOLLECTION

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me and my best friend Michelle are in a hotel room with one of my Tumblr mutuals and a faceless person. We're here hiding because for some reason, we're grown up versions of the characters of Catch That Kid (2004) (Watched this the other day and sobbed at the end btw) and we've pulled off another heist because we're addicted to the rush. While in the hotel room, Michelle puts on what can only be described as a 'home movie' of she and I. We're in the jungle. I'm blonde, a dye job that I can tell I did myself from the way it's toned. It actually looks pretty good save for a little of the brassy tones at the roots. It's always hard to deal with the roots. I'm holding a monkey in my arms. It likes me. I've got silver star stickers all over my face and Michelle is smiling hard like a kid. We both look happy which I know we haven't felt in a while. I find myself longing for it even though I have no recollection of the moment. We all go for a smoke break outside, which resembles a scene I remember from the Good Wife that I watched a couple months ago. We're trying to devise a plan. I feel guilt and we don't come up with anything good. I'm asleep in the hotel bed again and I have a dream inside of this dream where Michelle is cuddling Barbara Streisand. I think she's in this dream because I had that Duck Sauce song stuck in my head a couple days ago. I wake up before my 7:15 AM alarm. The sun is up and I find myself wanting to be blonde again.

@nicky999doors

May 4, 2024

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