I had a dream last night.

I was at a white tie party at the Palace of the Legion of Honor, but then it turned into an opera house. I wasn’t wearing a dress. But then my third grade best friend Finlay came and said “we need to go back into the matrix.” Then two boys (her brothers? No, they had really curly seventies hair) joined us. And as we were lying down in the red sedan, one of them pulled out a gun. Might have shot Finlay. Then my dad came in his truck and we drove Andrea and Ale back to DP and they said bye. Then Dad was gone, and I tried stopping the truck from sliding downhill and flipping, but then we were attacked by oyster fishermen, but then we were on a raggedy playground. They said “It’s really hard to lose someone.”

And then I woke up.

Dreams are weird.