this morning #792.

this morning, jolted out of a seriously distressing dream, i grabbed my bedside notebook so i could try to write down as much of it as i could remember. i worked my way backwards, beginning with the car crash caused by me speeding through the narrow streets of some seaside town. i’d fled from a shadowy authority figure who i figured was there to capture me & do what they may with me. something about state secrets, it seemed. the dream starts to get somewhat fuzzy around this part. a handgun. a handoff. a train station with a man who looked a lot like the hot barista at my local café. right! we’d been having sex mere seconds before the handoff. i really need to order more lattes.