fiction by fret
I had this really really messed up dream two nights ago, and it’s still messing with me. I thought what might help, to any degree, would be to write down the visions in the form of a vignette.
Please, anyone. I just remembered my dreams from last night and now I’m too weirdy to sleep.
Is anyone on skype tonight?
Message me. I need to talk at someone.
I refuse to believe that the replacement horn Tailgate made for Cyclonus wasn’t just a construction paper cone held together with stickers.