‘I’m calling Joe Biden!’
Been dancing with the dead at night again.
My dream last night started out good. I saw Grampy, dressed up as a cleaning lady. Which he’d done when I was young and it was hilarious. I saw Mom and Gram and I want to say Janna in the same outfits.
It was adorable but there was some entity out there they went to speak to, on my behalf.
One by one, they returned with tears in their eyes. It was a no, whatever it was.
I remember saying fuck it, I’m going to go speak to this entity myself. This MF isn’t going to deny the living.
Out of nowhere, Cocoa was released from the doorway (it was now apparent) where my beloveds were coming to speak with me.
Oh that pretty, pretty little girl. The way she looked at me with those big green eyes.
She rubbed my ankles and walked out the door while I talked with Grampy.
I was going to go after her but she never really got too far from me in the past. I figured I’d keep talking to Grampy as long as the mysterious figure would let me, then I’d go get my baby.
Well.
I heard metal slam outside. I said goodbye to Grampy and ran out.
Cocoa had gone into a store that was closing and the steel gates had slammed down. On a timer, too, so there was no human who could help me.
I freaked the fuck out. I screamed that she has thyroid problems. I can’t wait eight hours till you reopen!
I’m calling Joe Biden! I screamed.
That woke me up.
God if only Joe Biden could still save us from the evil overlords who stole the election and destroyed our country in eight easy steps.
If only Joe could reunite me with Cocoa and Grampy and my family beyond the veil.
I feel like I am going to want to remember this dream, so here it is.