I had an apocalyptic dream last night.
The world was drowning and I traveled through the tumult of the watery elements to say goodbye to my parents. I found my step-dad changed into a bulldog and my mum had changed into a bug. She wanted to see me, she was whipping me with her buggy antennas to feel for my face. I was staring into her black beady bug eyes for a sign of recognition. There was none. She was crying and reaching out to me with desperation in her voice. I was crying.
The dream was insane but the emotion was real. It broke my heart.
"All I can do is pour some tea for two, and speak my point of view. But it’s not sane, it’s not sane."