I dream that there’s a new Murder, She Wrote season on TV and it’s all anyone can talk about. Meanwhile I get a cake box in the mail, I’m really excited to open it but instead of cake I find fried chicken inside, I’m disappointed because I don’t eat meat. A penpal sent it to me from Asia, what was she thinking? My sister eats the chicken while I help her with an art assignment: I’m supposed to draw the Muses from Hercules and I think I’m doing a decent job, but she still gets mad at me and throws a giant tantrum.
Tag: Murder: She Wrote
I Stand By My Ew
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.
Send Me Something Less Mundane Subconscious I Beg You
I dream I’m with my family, we’re cleaning the house. My sister has one ear bigger than the other. Everybody is obsessed with Murder She Wrote for some reason. The next day I wake up and my hands and arms are covered in zits.
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