good morning sunshine

i had very strange dreams
and
not really pleasant ones

i hope your night was better

i moved from table to table
with a big group of other people
building garnish for plates
for a banquet i was going to have to attend
at the end of the week

but then there was other stuff too

something about
children's books
some lady was looking for them
and the woman i was standing next to
said:
they're putting her at our table
like that should have upset me
but mostly
what i thought was:
who are you again

the children's books
because i did find those for her
were in big stacks
it was a history series
done in cartoon/comics style:
black and white line drawing
kinda reminded me of lynda barry

then i ended up
at a rehearsal banquet
with a girl and her daughter
whoever this girl was, she was super close to me
and her daughter was my niece, basically

the daughter was saying i had promised her [something
i can't remember what]
and i was saying:
and look now here we are
but she felt like we were here because her mother was
in some sort of beauty contest
but
i was still claiming to have been part of everything
i really felt like i had pulled the whole thing into existence
through sheer force of will

finally, in exasperation
i turned to my beauty queen friend and said:
all this pre-game stuff is bullshit
can we please just go to santa monica

i don't know what that means
any of it


i love you brick