In my dream there is a pleasure of being close to the ground, digging watch batteries and beads out of two crevices and a pleasure in knowing that I am plump and femme when comparing notes on hot butches with H.

In my dream I doze off and wake up and try to interject my cynical comment into a conversation only to find that the conversation is being recorded as part of a podcast. I am embarrassed and try to let those around me know by writing it down but no pen works.