I dreamed that Jimmy and I were going on a road trip with his parents, and we were upset that we couldn't make detours we wanted to check out. We promised to always be willing to make at least one detour per person on our future road trips, like if Gabe wanted to go to an amusement park on the way, we'd go, if I wanted to check out a ghost town, we'd go, if Jimmy wanted to see a concert that was on the way... you get the point. As the dream came to a close, we were at a hotel or rest stop or something and waiting on someone (Jimmy probably), and I was playing with a dollhouse while I waited. Wherever we were looked kind of like my old apartment but different. Before I woke up, I had been told that we were about to leave, so I was cleaning up my dollhouse and trying to decide what necklace to wear. I remember cigarettes played a part in this dream somewhere, but I don't remember what.
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