I dreamt the world was coming to an end last night. Planes were falling from the sky like dying flies and I couldn't find any comfortable shoes to wear. There were bobcats and wolverines and eagles and kitty cats all trying to eat each other. There was a woman standing next to me with a hack job of a manicure and while counting bobcat carcasses, I decided one last manicure would be nice. Flash forward to some type of commune, I am wearing a sleeveless sweatshirt, big thick glasses, no pants, and one wool sock. I am doing my laundry in a toilet bowl.
I wake up.