a friend told me about his dream

by Bec Fary

“I can’t remember the details but I was taunting this guy. I was in a room with lots of bookshelves and it was rainy and grey outside. He wanted something from me, but I was just being super cocky. He picked me up and started tossing me around and I was just laughing it up. And then I started asking him, why was he doing this? He was obviously so strong, if he was so mighty and proud why would he bother tossing this scrawny guy around? And then he started crying.”