You don’t have a personality

Terribly disturbing dream last night. Children were being abused. I was involved somehow. I remember walking by a cat and petting it and thinking, “Huh. I’m nice to animals and violent to little kids. Isn’t that bizarre?” Then just walking on. All of my friends were involved. We were doing everything we could to hide the evidence before the children’s parents got home.

This was on the heels of a strange day in real life. Nonstop rain, big life changes for a couple people I know, and lots of waiting waiting waiting for me. I was googling random things and at one point I landed on a page that said, “The important thing to remember is that you don’t actually have a personality.”

Creeps-ahoy!*

*I will ponder what all this means privately (hint: the little kids are not kids and not even plural in real life), but publicly I will just conclude with a pun on Chips-Ahoy. Which I just realized is a pun itself. Meta meta joy joy.

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