Amber Rosolero

Okay, sorry.

I'll stop.

Stop it.

Dear Vogue, Amber.

Dear Amber, Vogue and Emodium.

Love the pod.

See how I put my name first there when it wasn't first because I just always put myself first.

Love the pod.

Keep me in on, please, because I don't really want anyone knowing this is me.

I was listening to The Main the other day.

As I do on my commute every single Tuesday.

And when you were talking about recurring dreams and Imo was talking about dreaming of pooing in her dreams, I nearly spat my coffee all over the car.

I have this dream too.

It's not a super regular occurrence, but every so often I'll dream that I'm sat in a toilet, dropping a log whilst in public, chatting to people, or sometimes I'm wiping in my dream and my bum won't get clean.

It's really embarrassing.

Okay.

Imo, did you write this?

No.

The worst time this happened, though, and I don't think I'll ever forget, was that I was dreaming that I was in a town square doing a poo on a toilet and it was raining and there was a crowd all gathered round watching me.

And then as I went to wipe my bottom, I realised I hadn't been on a toilet.