Captain’s Log 5,990
I had a weird dream. I so rarely remember them. It was a “right before you wake up for the day” kind of dream. Vivid as hell. Disconcerting.
Big Sister Mia and I had started a business making flavored frosting for cinnamon rolls. We had cream cheese, strawberry, and maple. We were trying to give out samples of this in front of a pet store. Someone from Diaryland days (who was the quintessential victim of some serious catfishing bullshit) showed up to try our samples. We were then informed that she wanted to use them for a menage e’ trois. And did we want to know who was involved? And did we think strawberry would be the most appealing to all three? I suggested a 3-pack. That way, everybody could have their very own. It’s like splitting a salad and having your own dressing on the side.
At least I wasn’t dreaming about trains going through tunnels or skydiving naked from a bridge. This was roll icing and a sex party. It all made sense whilst I was dreaming. It was batshit nonsense the moment I woke up.
As God is my witness, I will never look at a cinnamon roll with innocent eyes again!