Last night I dreamt that I was being attacked by a swarm of bees and my least favorite manager at work was all “get over it” and as I could feel my face swelling, he finally sprayed me with DDT and told me to get back to work.
I split open my left pointer finger to the bone and as the dream wore on, a dark purple flower began to grow out of the wound, about six inches up, complete with a thick green stem and leaves. When I made it to the ER, the flower had died and my doctor didn’t believe my tall tale.
I was madly in love with Ben Afleck, and he with me, and we were both trying to hide from the cops, as he was a fugitive and I was simply a woman in love.
I couldn’t find parking at my high school before classes.
