On New Year's Eve some deviantTartlet stated in their journal something along the lines of this:
"Time doesn't exist anymore; I no longer believe in the concept of time anymore"
My thoughts on reading it was, "k, your perogative." Staying on topic, I echoed my internet lurking to my uncle and he chuckled before he left. Before he left back to [insert a major city], he advised me to keep writing. He also observed that I retain my dreams.
The second occurring dream was Chris-Chan waddling in his old Orange jumpsuit at a conglomerate airport/indoors flea market/movie theatre/Costco. The horrifying bit was that he was waddling right within walking distance to a family friend who is in her late 60's and she was with her grandchildren and my mom's fiance, who was daydreaming about Sonic's footlong hot dog with extra chili and cheddar cheese.