I dream that there’s a black cat flirting with my sister: he might be a cat, but he’s also a man. I grab him by the scruff of the neck and throw him outside. The window is open and my calendar (Murder, She Wrote themed if I remember correctly) flies out, landing on the grass of the park outside. I order my sister to keep an eye on it (“don’t lose sight of it even for a moment!”) and run out. The park is full of children picking up garbage for a school project. The calendar is nowhere to be seen. I grab the fence with both hands and beg them to look through their garbage sacks.

Then I dream that I’m banned from a wallpaper site after commenting “ew” under a Kylo Ren picture.