dreams of contrasting extremes. watching someone’s skull get kicked in one minute and feeling absolutely revulsed. then the next minute seeing the lake and cloudy horizon, all reflecting shades of deep blue and feeling nothing but complete calm. dreams of being in a mansion surrounded by clean extravagance, being jealous of brett talking to someone else. bandit seems to just be there in most of them. last night she disapproved of a plan. she voiced her opinion in cracked meow-purrs. like a lamb. i had a tattoo on the inside of my wrist, up my arm to help guide me. she saw a mistake. i didn’t. we laughed at how cute she was.