Dreamed Lana del Rey showed up at my front door and told me I'd been chosen. She told me to come with her. I followed her to her black van and got into the back seat. I noticed her eyebrows were bleached. She talked and talked about something; I don't remember what it was about but I was listening to her for at least 45 minutes in the dream. It was overcast outside; her van was sort of gliding over the swamp lands and through the trees. This all seemed perfectly normal to me. While she talked I thought, "She doesn't seem terribly bright," but clearly we were kindred spirits, I figured, based on this whole situation. We arrived at some place I don't remember. A man in a rumpled suit was there; she hugged him and told him he was not allowed to make contact with me. Can't remember the rest.
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