NIGHTMARE
Last night I had a dream Beyonce died. My roommate walked into my room, told me the news, and then added “Maybe you can sell that weird piece of crap on ebay now.” (At this point I must have known it was a dream. Everyone who sees that hanging on my bedroom wall knows it’s badass ART.) Then we went dancing at some bar that looked and smelled like a basement and the DJ played “Bills, Bills, Bills” and “Single Ladies” on repeat.
I just saw Inception, so I spent the morning thinking about this dream and wondering what Leonardo DiCaprio is trying to tell me.
