Luckily, for me, this cousin doesn't actually exist. My messed up subconscious made him up.
Usually, (but only recently), I don't remember my dreams. And the one's I do remember...I feel like I need to pay attention, because they've got to be there for some reason. And usually I'm right. The dreams I remember end up telling me something important about my future. But what I don't understand is what this one is trying to tell me.
I need some psychological help. Where's Joseph when you need him?
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