I dreamt that I was about seventeen, and I was planning my own funeral. It wasn't because I was sick or anything like that, I don't know why I was thinking about my own funeral at seventeen, but I was.
The main thing that happened in my dream is that my mother and I argued about flowers, because she wanted to have roses at my funeral, and I said absolutely not. It's kind of funny, because that's exactly what would happen in real life. My mom loves roses and I can't stand them.
Just throwing this out there: no roses at my funeral.
Right now I think I want a combination of any of the following:
- violets
- jasmine
- lilac
- tea olive
- royal paulownia
- wisteria
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