my baby shot me down

you know how you can see patterns in things (like faces in clouds). i could very clearly see the word "cops" spelled out on my towel last night. and i saw a robber in a water splash in my shower today. these are more like daydreams.

my heart for you

i had a dream that i was in a horror film about cooking. it was called Chop Chef and it was terrifying.

el zygote

i dreamed my brother came home from his mission and we were only sort of excited he was back. emily clifford wrote the most incredible blogpost about single cell organisms that referenced all these simpsons clips that dont actually exist but were really funny. and my sister was running away with a boy who had terrible facial hair. my newly returned brother and i had to track them down and kept asking everyone we saw if they'd seen a guy with a face beard and they would all say no no no and shoo us away with their hands. every single one of them.