i dreamt that my dad was chaperoning/hosting david bowie all around toronto and i was like cool i’ll stop by and so i’m all casual me and david bowie sharing stories of the family’s past and stuff cos david bowie and i go waaay back to when i was a baby then by the end of the dream/third day of david bowie’s visit i realised that david bowie was actually a friend of the family *mike who has rock feathered blond hair and is pretty much a fuck-up alcoholic anyway i was like whatever cos i am in an indian food fair now eating dahl who cares.
how come in dreams you are way less intelligent than in real life you’re like OK I WAS IN MY OLD HIGHSCHOOL BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, weird. ??
fuck off decoy dreams.
