Stranger: What did you dream about last night.

Me: I was looking out the window when suddenly I heard my siblings from afar walking nonchalently over to the doorstep while making sure they saw me and started knocking like nobody’s business.

Stranger: What did you dream about last night.

Me: I was harvesting berries at a war zone field when suddenly I found a perfect cluster to photograph when my mother calls me and started crying like nobody’s business.

Stranger: What did you dream about last night.

Me: I was working at a local pizza shop when suddenly I got fired for no reason at all and my father put me back on and started to torment them all like nobody’s business.

Stranger: What did you dream about last night.

Me: I got off the bus when suddenly a man follows me armed with a bloody knife on a slippery night so I threw my bag at him and started headbutting like nobody’s business.

 

 

So apparently, I’m still attending class in my fucking dreams. The teacher goes; “When the heart stops it acts like a super brain, it makes many calculations as the brain makes one calculation, and then another one—but this one it forgets about it—it was only relevant just so to make a third calculation. And that’s how the human brain comprends information by grouping with formulations,” And the students go cheering nuts, blowned away by the teacher. I thought; Ew, look at them. Wait. I thought that was only an introduction.

I’ve had a dream and within that dream we were referred to as; “The two girls.” Now hear me good there was Hell on earth. And on that earth, Hell was spreading thick and mean taking everything with it—non discriminatory. It didn’t hurt; hell no, it was non discriminatory. And so I didn’t want to get wet I skipped back and looked over my shoulder only to find a haven, but within that haven you could lay your feet safe and sound on a place where you could find nobody—else.

How to spook yourself up; wake up forgetting about your last dream and have the brilliant idea to give yourself a self-reading about it. Only to find yourself a few minutes later remembering; and that also, you’ve just got a taste of its deadly accuracy.