There were so many different dreams interweaving last night, like where I had a brood of little girls about me, wearing white and carrying sunflowers, following as attentively as if they were mere goslings.
There was also this really sad part. I was in this bathroom, and Phil and Veronica come in, high on ecstasy. They tell me that I need to come see something. Then, in this other bathroom, Jessica is standing while Omar is sitting on the floor, looking distressed. As I neared, I realized that he was missing the bottom portion of his legs. Phil said something about how they found him that way after being in another room at the party. I started bawling on Omar's chest, joining him in his distraught state.
Then, the night before, I dreamt that I was snuggling with Mom in bed. When I got up, I realized that my hair, my long hair, had been cut short again. Throughout the dream, my hair kept changing to different short lengths, and I was really sad because it had taken me a while to have long hair.
