I had the weirdest dream last night.
There was a flood in the neighborhood I grew up in and Danny and I had to scramble up to the roof of a house to get away. Once up there, we decided to have a baby. I had, what I thought, were twins. Then the babies turned into cake, then peacocks, then just rolled up towels. I remember trying to breastfeed one of them while thinking - this is just a towel.
What the f*ck?
