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"there are crows outside my window. i think i'm going to die soon."
- kayla jean

i had a crazy dream where i woke up to a headline. in the dream one person did double-duty. you'll have to tell me if this has happened to you...it's like their role switched back and forth. one face turning into the other mid-action, or - i'm just left with a weird feeling that they're one and the same - at least for the moment.

the two people: trent and johnny depp.

it was a lot like the johnny depp from 'finding neverland.'

and trent was there because he brought drinks.

he and i showed up to my cousin's door. jenny, that's her. and trent seemed to do this all the time, brought his bike in and put it where it needed to be and i fumbled around in back like i do when i'm being brought somewhere for the first time by someone who's at home in the area. i lag at the door. take longer getting my shoes off. stand awkwardly at the threshold, does this happen to you, too?

and so - yeah, it's my cousin's house - and yeah: trent's been there before.

so he walks in and jenny's saying hello and she's friendly with him, and i'm just observing. and he offers her a mike's hard lemonade - she accepts - and there's bathwater running. the living room is down a set of stairs and the upper portion of the home - where the entry and landing are, at least, is airier. almost seems like an apartment building. there's a door to the left as you'd head down the stairs and it's in there that the bath is bubbled up.

it's for the kids. and god - there are a lot of them.

she lives in this split-level apartment complex thing but it must be a shoe. she's got so many kids!

and they're all excited to see uncle trent and when i'm bringing my bike in and i don't know where to set it jenny suggests blocking up that doorway where the bath is running. and, for some reason, this will postpone bedtime.

the kids are ecstatic. this is where trent meets johnny. they're all so happy to see him, yet know - as kids must - that his arrival means bedtime will follow an hour behind.

then there's the spinning newspaper. like in old television: it comes spinning into focus, with a headline:

CHILDREN FIGHT ILLNESS DUE TO PREOCCUPATIONS

or SOMEthing...i'm not sure what it said. it was GOOD though. it woke me up happy. i thought about how sometimes we made ourselves sick or well depending on whether or not we wanted to have fun...

that's a good dream. it's 5:30 a.m. i don't care what the posting says.

i'll fill you in on yesterday, later.