I rarely remember my dreams. But last night:
I dreamed I was dating a man I met while hiking. (Sure, why not.) Things were going well until one day as we were making out a literal third eye appeared on his forehead and he started sobbing, “You’ve got to fix me! You can fix me! You’re the only one who can fix me!” So, um, anyway, suffice it to say I will not be returning to the world of dating anytime soon. That was terrifying.