I had a dream this morning, in which I met my younger self. I think she (I?) was about 4 or 5. I think we were at my university… she just showed up at the end of one of my Japanese classes. It was more of an ‘okay I guess you’re supposed to be here and I need to keep an eye on you’ kind of thing. I think that the situation was like an open house/visitors day?
Anyway. She… I… was adorable. She was so sweet and happy and kind. Obliging, I guess. She seemed to just enjoy life so much, and wasn’t worried about what anyone thought, so long as she could put a smile on their faces.
What happened?
