I had a dream last night that borrowed a lot of themes from your work and also had a character in it who was you! You were giving me constructive but extremely brisk feedback on a story I'd written which was like space imperial torture set in a Mario Odyssey subarea. I looked down at your legs and you had a layer of stubby feathers coming in like you had recently moulted. I was staying at my old music teacher's house and he kept interrupting to make us listen to his shitty Logic beats and offer excessive sympathy for whatever must have happened to make our stories "so sad". You realised you didn't have to be there and left. Old teacher had some sourdough garlic bread in his kitchen which he had explicitly told me he was saving but I gifted it to you in the doorway on a savage impulse of justice because your time had been wasted by this strange situation.

Old teacher came into the kitchen and tried to kill me for my ingratitude and appropriation of the bread, he had a knife but I stabbed him pre-emptively with such force that he could not even complete 1 stab of me only deliver an agonisingly slow shallow wound as the strength went out of his arm. His house was on the top floor of a shopping centre and I escaped to the lower levels.

I thought that I should probably call my current music teacher, who is nice and helps me a lot, then realised that my phone was still in the house and I didn't know if 2-3 gut stabs with a short blade was enough to bleed out from after 20 or so minutes or if he would still be alive and planning my death. I thought of luring someone who could go into the house first and get lurched at in the dark while I retrieved my phone. I found someone sweet who I went to school with but the dream deleted her. Then I was back on the silent threshold of the house with one light deep inside, not knowing if the guy was waiting for me and feeling like my life had to be over regardless but I still really wanted to call my other teacher. My wound hurt a lot for a shallow wound. Thanks for the textures!