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i wanna remember pieces of my dream. i lost a few already, but i'll pull whatever i can.

we were all together, and a sexy italian man pulled up in an alleyway to kidnap didi. he grabs her like they just exchanged wedding vows, and she giggles. he threw her into the passenger seat of a red dodge intrepid from 99, and pulls off. she didn't fight the kidnapper at ALL. can't say i blame her, either. rawr.

there was another. jamila was in it. i haven't seen, spoken to, or thought of her too much at all lately. very random. hope she is okay. there was a masjid. we were somewhere else. i think i was falling in love or something. there was shopping. and cupcakes. i cannot remember what it was about, though. it'll come back to me.

i slept more than i have in a while today. i am about to pray for an hour or so, then i'm going right back to sleep. apparently, i need it. i'm exhausted. every time i wake from sleep, i feel sore. that must mean i need to rest.

when i woke up, i realized that i need to be out there helping. i need to go to a place where i can use my actual hands and words to do something. i don't ever feel comfortable donating money to these organizations, with their big fancy buildings and business trips. i just want them to know that love really does exist. i want to hug people who secretly need hugs, but are too afraid to blemish their image by admitting it. i will. inshaAllah.