I had a horrible dream last night.
I was married to some dude that wasn't Dazza, and he was supposed to pick the kids up, but he didn't and then I found out that some chick he'd been fucking was supposed to have picked them up, but then my neighbour (one of the good ones) picked them up at 11pm after finding them hiding in the school yard.
Then we were having this argument on top of a building in the city and the kids were there. We heard an explosion and he said, "that's the fourth floor being blown out". The argument just went on like nothing had happened, and then all of a sudden the building started toppling. The last thing I remember in the dream was screaming, "I love you" to my kids as the skyline when all skewed and and then we were all headed for the ground.
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