This morning, I dreamt about Jesse McCartney. I completely have no idea why I dreamt about him.
In/On that dream, I was in/on a some sort of dormitory, particularly, in a dining room. When I was walking around, I saw a thirty-or-forty-or-fifty-something woman told me that, no more danggitsilog(?). I asked: "Wala na?" ("No more."). She answered "Wala na." ("No more.")
After that, I continue walking, and then, I saw a teen-or-twenty-something woman, came out of nowhere, and walked towards me, she had some items about Jesse McCartney, and she started talking.
I admit that somehow that, I am a fan of the arforementioned artist/singer/songwriter/actor. And I don't regret/deny it.
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