dreamed brett’s parents sent him a painted bucket. i was all suspicious of it but fascinated. it wasn’t painted, it was wrapped, i thought. dude’s selling $500 wrapped buckets? then brett told me it was actually addressed from me and he’s not sure where it came from. i looked at it closer. i started using it as a lamp shade on a lamp that doubled as a tiny 3 drawer chest. i had all the drawers out and was looking at my rocks. then i realized that it was wrapped to protect the painting. i was too nervous to open it though. oh, and the baby that was snatched from the tree and presumed dead was later found safe under a car seat on the dining room table, so it was all good.