Dreaming in Fiction
My odd dreams have returned! Last night’s was one where my sister, her friend, and I were walking through an open air mall and I was getting into fights with people because I saw them doing something evil. Each time I would make my sister hold my soda so I could do so. (It was a 42oz drink with a crazy straw that I valued more than I should have.) At one point I remember partially scalping a man with a fictional eating utensil that was shaped like a grapefruit spoon but it was smaller and didn’t have the teeth. I then broke the man’s spine, all of this because he was beating his son, which is admittedly harsh. I also remember being frustrated with my sister for dumping out my soda during the fight because she claimed it was too heavy and she also had to carry her small cup of alcohol, which she was overly proud of. Weird dream but I am happy to have it.
