Last night I dreamed that I ran into an ex-boyfriend. He was completely drunk and while we were talking his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and although it was in working condition, it was broken into three pieces. Of course, between his intoxication and the battered phone, the person on the other end of the line--his new girlfriend--couldn't understand a word he was saying.
When I woke up, I laughed out loud. I don't often see symbolism in my dreams, but this? The communication-challenged male? It's probably the least complex thing my subconscious has ever cooked up, but congratulations! Because the rest of my brain actually understood it. And thought it was awesome.
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