I dreamt I was outside talking with Mom when we happened upon an old lady lurking through the woods, dragging a plastic trash bag behind her. The lady was plucking softball-sized cotton balls out of the conifers. The squirrels and assorted small woodland creatures depended on these cotton balls to survive winter, and this crone was picking at their chance for survival. Mom was displeased by this lady’s actions but unwilling to say or do anything. Mom was one of those: a complainer, not a doer.

Fuck it. I boldly marched up to the lady, poked holes in her bag with my index fingers and ripped the bag apart, allowing the cotton balls to tumble out. When I hurried back to Mom, I could see the disappointed look on her face. She was not happy about what I’d done. Mom was so disappointed in me that she refused to speak to me. I tried to make sense of this.

Then I woke up and looked at the clock:

IT WAS 1:45PM.

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