me: *goes to bed*
me: *has strange dream where a bunch of people were trying to escape or rebel against a system or maybe both and my middle school crush that I havemy thought about in literal years was there and he told me that he liked me way back when and then I confessed to liking him too and he got kinda distraught cause hed apparently been thinking about me for years and I got very soft and then he got very soft but then we got separated and I was trying to find him but then some people on a bus showed up and we’re definitety about to kill all of us for revolting*
me: *wakes up*
me: what the fuck was that
me: *rolls over and grabs my phone to text my best friend*
me: *sees that it’s september 13*
me: wait a second this date had significance what is it it’s not a friday so it’s not Friday the 13th, hm it’s Niall horans birthday, uh, oh s h i t
me: *both of thoss trigger me to remember that on September 13 of 7th grade I started liking said middle school crush*
me: *thinks about dream again*
me: oKAY WHAT THE F U C K
