had a dream i was a young lady taking the bus to the university district in seattle for the first time in a long time, my bookbag large but largely empty.  there was a silly bus driver having loud conversation with the other passengers that amused them, like he was a font of charisma, tho he looked a bit like a white-haired clint howard and was sometimes doing an arguably racist impression of a black blues singer.

by the time i got off the bus, i had been impressed enough to ask him to cut a track with my band sometime.  being a dream, of course i forgot my bookbag and had some drama retrieving it.  a confusing night passed into a dark blue early day.

during all of this it was being revealed that there was a path young people, mainly women, were feeling driven to undertake.  an early step involved following cars with ugly weird designs, a selection of random models from random brands, including kia, scion, and tesla.

you get these white worm-like things to go into your pupils, a different one for each hemisphere of the brain.  at one point a bunch of people were watching a girl while this happened and both went in one side, then sorted themselves out by one crawling out and going in the correct side.

then you feel compelled to eat at least four of these little charms.  in the dream they were called labubus but they were more like a cross between pikmins and teletubbies, dangled from bracelets and such.

i did these things, at last getting my bookbag back on that same bus that blue morning.  i got off the bus and followed the ugly cars into a parking tower, where i joined a procession with laura palmer to the rooftop.  there bright yellow tufts of hair began to grow out of our faces and we fed ourselves like food to UFOs.

good morning.

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