I dream that I’m sitting on a bench next to a wealthy couple. The husband is telling me about the last thing he bought and how happy it is about it. I tell him that I saw a yellow and black butterfly, he’s fascinated by it and I know I’ve convinced him that money ain’t that important.
The wife is not gonna be that easy. I invite her to a castle where Reese from Malcom in the Middle is brewing a stinky potion. I know that’s just what her truculent personality needs.
I dream that grandma G. is alive and I’m at her place teaching her how to print from a computer. Then I dream that I’m babysitting a blond toddler, a butterfly gets in the room and she grabs it with her pudgy little hands, almost killing it. I also inevitable dream that it’s the first day of school and I don’t want to go, so many years have passed, all my classmates have grown up and moved on, and I’m still here.
There is a white Bull Terrier living in my building, and I dream that the owner asks me to walk her around the parking lot. I’m excited because I love that dog, I take a lot of pictures as a butterfly lands on her big noggin. More neighbors arrive with their dogs, we get into an argument, I’m filming the man yelling at me so twitter can doxx him.
Then I dream that I’m home with my cousin, she’s upset because she realized everyone hates her. It’s because she’s such a bully, I tell her. Boss Lady is there too, scowling at my mother’s very bitter coffee. There’s also a previously unseen Boss Man, he’s quizzing me on American Founding Fathers. He gives me a book about Aaron Burr.
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