"i'm good at fleeing the scene of a crime"

i had a dream the other night. as dreams tend to be, it was sort of like changing the channels. short scenes that don't make much sense together.

in the last episode, and the one that i remember most clearly, you spoke to me. it's been so long since i've actually heard your voice, but my dream world made me sure it was you. i don't remember all of your words, but you told me, "when you eat, i am your vitamins. when the sun shines, i am your warmth... your nourishment... your vitamins..."

but

as you spoke, my vision was like an extreme close up and slow pan over and through a diorama of small plastic figures. all bows and arrows and firearms and the like.

tiny hands, holding tiny weapons.

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