I woke up in a strange place today. A strange place emotionally, not physically. Drag Bingo wasn't that wild, y'all. No, I awoke feeling odd because of the dream I had been having. I won't call it a strange dream because that is redundant. Dreams by their very nature are strange.
Anyway, in the dream, I was seeing the world from the perspective of a small boy. He had consulted the Powers that Be (Zeus or God in this instance) and asked to live in a perfect home where everyone got along all the time. The other people in his family spent the whole dream debating as to whether or not this was ethical or desirable. Finally they decided it was not. The whole sequence ended with the boy lingering outside the house's back door knowing that the moment he stepped inside the spell of perfection would not be there. When he crossed the threshold he began to cry, sobs that I felt in my gut- the deepest most earth-shattering longing I have ever experienced. However, as this drama ensued he was eating (or attempting to eat) from a large bag of potato chips. Very few actually got consumed because as he sobbed they got slobbery and fell out of his mouth.
A lot of the boy's family members looked like my own and everyone ended up in my grandma's back yard, so I can guess where my subconscious was going with all of this.
It took me several moments longer than usual to come fully awake. Chip-spewing aside, the way that boy cried shook me. I need a damn cupcake.
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