My Life as a Cheeseburger Neeenja

Last night I had a dream. I dreamt that I was wanted and had a group of assassins chasing after me. For murder? For terrorism? Nope... for theft of a cheeseburger. I only remember some details since as you know, you lose almost all memory of your dreams when you wake up. I do remember that my friends parents hid me in their floor/secret hiding spot while the assassins raided their house. It was a pretty intense dream but sadly, i don't remember if that cheeseburger even tasted good and i don't know if i ever got caught for my crime.

What do you think my dream is trying to tell me?

top: neeenja pullover by me / herro hachi // neeenja headband: the black bow from my sister-in-laws maid of honor dress.

P.S - for the sole purpose of this blog post, i went to McDonald's to purchase a "burger" - it wasn't a cheeseburger though, it was a junior chicken burger.

P.P.S - now i feel sick so ya'll better appreciate this post. hahaha! jk ^_~


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