I HAD A DREAM

Yesterday I dreamt my cousin Brian, who has been dead for almost 30 years, a Michael Imperioli lookalike and I were speeding in a bathroom. I shoot something into my arm and immediately my stomach turns into one big bruise. My shirt and my bra are covered with blood. I realize I need to get to a hospital and look for my mom. This is obviously a result of last week's rash.

Last night, or maybe this morning, I dreamt we were living in the mountains of Yugoslavia and fearing a nuclear attack from Iran. No idea where that came from.