i had a really strange dream last night where my sister found my diary from a family vacation to north carolina from when i was five or so. for the record, we never went on a life changing family vacation to north carolina. the dream was mostly us trying to read my very young handwriting and me reminiscing on the vacation and while reading the diary i found out about a friend i made on the journey called nicola who apparently was my best friend. i woke up crying because dream me was so sad about forgetting my best friend that i never had and that was not a real person.