dreams

I had dreams of 50-pound swollen feet and of being trapped and cartons of mint chocolate chip ice cream in someone's freezer, and of disappointments as the wonderful things that have happened lately slowly and simultaneously unraveled and became reversed. My heart ached and this song, which I haven't heard in years, played slowly in the background, swirling and falling apart.

When I cry
I close my eyes
and every tear falls
down inside

I woke up wanting a banana split with whipped cream and sprinkles and cold, smooth, sweet vanilla with real fruit strawberry sauce.

But, of course, I'd have to get out of my pjs, brush my teeth, and go to the store for that. Not happening.