Last night I had a dream that one of my good friends was at my house and she was about to go on a date with this smooth-talkin' guy I wasn't really a fan of—there was just something about him that I didn't like—and he came in and chatted a bit before taking her out to his car and later on in the dream when he unveiled his evil plan I found out that the only reason he was taking her out was because he was vampire and I was a witch and he was trying to find the location of the witches' "secret sanctum," which happened to be my house. And he figured out his suspicions were correct when he saw me let go of a balloon in the air as they drove away.
All of this really happened. In my head.
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