Hopefully 911 actually works in this dream, which I'm beginning to worry is never gonna end. Usually, I just mash buttons only to realize I’m holding a banana rather than an actual phone or something, but this dream is weirdly consistent with its own reality, fucked up as it is. And it’s way too real for comfort.
I don’t know how I feel that I relate to Brad so much. But why is 911 so hard to dial in a dream?!
