I dreamt that I met Lana Del Rey. She was really nice and gave me a hug. She even posed for a few pictures with me which my uncle, who was there for some reason, took on his phone. She told me she’d like to hang out with me again, but “without so many other people around”. It was at some aftershow party or something, although I don’t recall actually going to a show. Anyway, as I was walking home, I lost track of my uncle, and spent the rest of the dream tracking him down action movie style. I just really wanted those pictures so I could post them on tumblr and be like “look at the crazy night I just had!” I woke up before I found him.
The weird thing is, I don’t even like Lana Del Rey.