So I had this dream (and this is probably The Island-related) but I dreamed that I was a fugitive on the run. Not sure, but I might have been a clone of someone. Anyway, we were holed up in this Best Western in the middle of nowhere and some people kept bringing our luggage because there was so much of it (by the way, my clone-partner was Oprah).
And then Oprah kept offering me candies and chocolates and I kept telling her I don't really want them because I'm afraid of getting cavities.
And she said, "Well I'm afraid of people robbing me so stop fucking forgetting to lock the door!"
And then I woke up.
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