I had a dream about you last night. You’d gone missing and your mother was rallying a search effort. You were actually Britney Spears, but it was definitely you and definitely your mom. Specifically, there was a bunch of bad men in and around your house who your mom thought had kidnapped you. As soon as I heard the news I went to your place and took care of the bad men. But you weren’t there. A little while later you came back, you’d been off to have butt implants. Idk why you thought you needed them, I like your booty quite a bit, but that’s where you were the whole time. That was it. I’m not a psychiatrist so I don’t read into these things too much, and I have a lot of crazy dreams. But it’s gotta mean something you keep popping up in my subconscious when we haven’t seen each other in years.