Must have been his post with all the flatheads that he posted here and on Facebook. And technically I didn’t dream about him, but he was in my dream.
Here’s how it went. I don’t remember much of it, but you’ll get the gist.
We planned on going catfishing and I was supposed to mea him at Evert’s. I ended up getting caught up in thins and realized I had forgotten all about our trip. The next day I was frantically searching my emails and phone for responses from him because i hoped we could make it up that night. He never did.
What does this mean?
