September 30/365 Dreams 8

There were two Conors in last night’s pathetic dream: a toddler Conor who looked more like a doll, and a grown Conor who looked like a stranger. Toddler C came in with black butterflies following him, which turned out to be bats. Suddenly he’s covered with bites and I’m screaming for grown C to help me. He doesn’t. The end.



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