I dreamt that bean & I went to the valiant-women conference which I just attended, & that there we met up with a formidably-chic version of my
imaginary friend. I dreamt that bean fell in love with her & wore her sweatshirt all over the place & changed the locks on our dorm-room doors. I dreamt I didn't care. I dreamt I was listening to headphones the whole time.
Dear Imaginary Friend, In the dream your hair was candy-y pink & styled in a pomo indie beehive kind of thing. You didn't wear any glasses. LOVEricka.