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Had an strange husbando dream last night. Took Morty up north with me to spend Christmas at the house I grew up in. We were watching snow fall outside my bedroom window together in the middle of the night. Every now and then, small fireballs would fall down as well, as slowly and gently as the snow. They’d land on the house or the ground and leave a little scorch mark, but nothing caught fire because it was so wet and cold outside from all the ice and snowfall. Morty commented to me, “Ohio is truly beautiful,” and I said back to him “Bro Ohio is truly hell.” He chuckled and we went back to silently watching together. Not sure what to make of that one.
Nothing sexual in my childhood bedroom sadly, though the romantic tension felt pretty thick.
