Sally texted saying she dreamed Patrick was “identifying” as a diesel truck. In her dream, I was opposed to this, but in real life, I’ve given up and totally embraced entropy. Go out and play in traffic, kid.
I dreamed of a baby girl with both legs prosthetics, all three of my sisters, and an ex-husband. Oh, yes, and some yummy looking food that had no name but I suspect was meat of some sort with a crumb-type crust.
And suddenly, before I woke up, my sisters were all in mummy bags.