tychi @tychi@smallcamp.art

I had a nightmare last night.

I was in a large house with a group of friends. Victoria and I were in the master bedroom, I was texting others in the house.

I heard gunshots, one friend never responded. The other said he was hiding under the bed in his room.

I quietly, quickly, and calmly told Victoria we needed to get into the closet. While we were in there, she turned on the light and asked what was happening.

The door opened, gun in my face. I can vividly picture the face of the man holding it-- something I've never had in a dream before. His brow was furrowed and was wearing a hat similar to the one attached.

He calmly told us to leave the closet and to lay down on the bed.

As I was walking behind him, he turned and I jumped him. He spun around, the gun pointing at me and I woke up.

Went for a car wash this morning. Pulled up to the machine, reached for the screen, it said, "thank you, please take your receipt."

Confused, I took it and pulled through the gate and got my car washed.

After reverse-complaining to two different people trying to give them money for the car wash I hadn't yet paid for, they told me we're all good and to have a nice day.

We couldn't figure out what happened, but the receipt had the right make and year, so we all ended up lost.

Hey, free car wash and a clean conscience to boot.