Last night I dreampt we were being held captive by a wealthy man no one could see, like Gatsby. He kept us in round cages inside his jungle-esque garden where we could look but not touch. The cages were akin to fishbowls. His beautiful friends contemplated us like objects in a museum. Outside the gates of his landscaped zip code was his mansion. Under his mansion was a wide, circular moat where coffins, instead of row boats, offered prisoners a wet not so merry-go-round. We climbed aboard our floating fates to bob along oarlessly, propelled by a current he controlled, to marvel at all his finery. I could care less about the cages or chandeliers. The straw that broke me was hearing his plans to force feed us steak and red wine. Hysterically crying under an immaculate magnolia, I screamed “Please God! No! I’ve been a vegetarian since 8th grade!”
Happy Friday. xo (ps: salmon is still saving my life but red meat hasn’t been on the menu for a billion years)
Itching to write this weekend. 45,000 words and counting.