I dreamt that I crashed at an old friend’s place and woke up to her cooking breakfast listening to Bauhaus while dressed all the way goth’d up. I was thinking in the dream if I should mention how good her breasts looked with the corset, bolero and little mesh covered cleavage window they created. The girl and I were friends 15 years ago but drifted, we had an honest friendship where such things weren’t inappropriate, she was doing a science PhD.

Then I changed dream channels and went back to school as mature age, and an uppity Indian mean girl gave me shit for my daggy backpack but it turned out that she was my Indian friend from high school’s kid so I snitched to him about his kid being a brat. I’d also bought new boots and class was being held on tablets with rainbow lead pencils for notes.

Dreams hey.