I dreamt last night that I hung out with Joni Mitchell for a day. She knew every song she had ever written, and I seemed to know most of them too. We talked about music and who she wrote her songs about - I don't remember the last time I felt so happy.
...the dream ended up with us cooking. She made cinnamon rolls and, for some reason, pasta in the oven. I made fun of her, so she took it out and put it on the stove. I wonder if she's so easily swayed in real life? I could go either way.
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