Dream
It might be just a type of strange bluffing, but Lei says they don't dream. They claim they're a deity sent to spread the wisdom from the heavens. I think they're too chicken to admit that they dream about dancing with puppies and rainbow unicorns. Last night, I dreamt a peculiar dream. Lei insisted that I tell them about it. They love dreams; they say it's the most subtle message from our subconscious. Self-awareness is the clearest for people who have mastered the meaning of their dreams. Look at my roommate and all their bullshit! I sat with them and told them about it. In the dream, I was standing in a great field of what used to be California poppies. Someone had drawn a circle around him and me. He had no face. I looked around me. The circle seemed to form a protective bubble, shielding us from the ruins of London. London? I looked back, stared the other person in the face. His face was my face. "Who cut up my lavender garden?" he asked
